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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XX: Belovèd, My Belovèd
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Belovèd, my Belovèd, when I think 
That thou wast in the world a year ago, 
What time I sat alone here in the snow 
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink 
No moment at thy voice, but, link by link 
Went counting all my chains as if that so 
They never could fall off at any blow 
Struck by thy possible hand,—why, thus I drink 
Of life`s great cup of wonder! Wonderful, 
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night 
With personal act or speech,—nor ever cull 
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white 
Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull 
Who cannot guess God`s presence out of sight.
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