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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XLIV: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me
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Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers 
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through 
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew 
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. 
So, in the like name of that love of ours, 
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, 
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew 
From my heart`s ground. Indeed, those bed and bowers 
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, 
And wait thy weeding; yet here`s eglantine, 
Here`s ivy!—take them, as I used to do 
Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. 
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true, 
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
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