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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XXIII: Is It Indeed So?
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Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, 
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? 
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine 
Because of grave-damps falling round my head? 
I marvelled, my Belovèd, when I read 
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine— 
But…so much to thee? Can I pour your wine 
While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead 
Of dreams of death, resumes life`s lower range. 
Then, love me, Love! Look on me—breathe on me! 
As brighter ladies do not count it strange, 
For love, to give up acres and degree, 
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange 
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee!
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