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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XXXIII: Yes, Call Me by My Pet-Name!
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Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear 
The name I used to run at, when a child, 
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled, 
To glance up in some face that proved me dear 
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear 
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled 
Into the music of Heaven`s undefiled, 
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier, 
While I call God — call God! — So let thy mouth 
Be heir to those who are now exanimate. 
Gather the north flowers to complete the south, 
And catch the early love up in the late. 
Yes, call me by that name, — and I, in truth, 
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.
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