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from the Portuguese > VIII. "What can I give thee back, O liberal..." by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) |
| What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold, And laid them on the outside of the wall For such as I to take or leave withal, In unexpected largesse? am I cold, Ungrateful, that for these most mainfold High gifts, I render nothing back at all? Not so; not cold, --- but very poor instead. Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run The colours from my life, and left so dead And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done To give the same as pillow to thy head. Go farther! let it serve to trample on. |
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