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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XXIX: I Think of Thee
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I think of thee! — my thoughts do twine and bud 
About thee,as wild vines, about a tree, 
Put out broad leaves, and soon there`s nought to see 
Except the straggling green which hides the wood. 
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood 
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee 
Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly 
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should, 
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare, 
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee 
Drop heavily down, — burst, shattered, everywhere! 
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee 
And breathe within thy shadow a new air, 
I do not think of thee — I am too near thee.
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