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SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 15 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

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First Line: ACCUSE ME NOT, BESEECH THEE, THAT I WEAR
Last Line: OVER THE RIVERS TO THE BITTER SEA.
Subject(s): LOVE;
ACCUSE me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.
On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so. But I look on thee -- on thee --
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
Hearing oblivion beyond memory;
As one who sits and gazes from above,
Over the rivers to the bitter sea.



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