Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I.
You love all, you say,
Round, beneath, above me:
Find me then some way
Better than to love me,
Me, too, dearest May!
II.
O world-kissing eyes
Which the blue heavens melt to;
I, sad, overwise,
Loathe the sweet looks dealt to
All things—men and flies.
III.
You love all, you say:
Therefore, Dear, abate me
Just your love, I pray!
Shut your eyes and hate me—
Only me—fair May!