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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - The Romaunt of Margret (excerpts)
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“My lips do need thy breath,  
      My lips do need thy smile,  
  And my pallid eyne, that light in thine  
      Which met the stars erewhile:  
    Yet go with light and life  
      If that thou lovest one  
  In all the earth who loveth thee  
      As truly as the sun.  
                 Margret, Margret.” 


            XIV

“But better loveth he  
  Thy chaliced wine than thy chanted song,  
      And better both than thee,  
                   Margret, Margret.”  


            XVII

 “But better loveth she  
  Thy golden comb than thy gathered flowers,  
      And better both than thee,  
               Margret, Margret.”


           XXII

“We brake no gold, a sign  
    Of stronger faith to be,  
  But I wear his last look in my soul,  
      Which said, I love but thee!”  
                    Margret, Margret.


          XXVI

A knight’s bloodhound and he  
      The funeral watch did keep;  
  With a thought o’ the chase he stroked its face  
      As it howled to see him weep.  
    A fair child kissed the dead,  
      But shrank before its cold.  
  And alone yet proudly in his hall  
      Did stand a baron of old.  
                   Margret, Margret.
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