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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XXXV: If I Leave All for Thee
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If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange 
And be all to me? Shall I never miss 
Home-talk and blessings and the common kiss 
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, 
When I look up, to drop on a new range 
Of walls and floors, another home than this? 
Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is 
Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change? 
That`s hardest. If to conquer love, has tried, 
To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove; 
For grief indeed is love and grief beside. 
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. 
Yet love me—wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, 
And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.
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