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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XIX: The Soul`s RialtoElizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XIX: The Soul`s Rialto
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The soul`s Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet`s forehead to my heart Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,— As purply black, as erst to Pindar`s eyes The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,… The bay-crown`s shade, Belovèd, I surmise, Still lingers on thy curl, it so black! Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath, I tie the shadows safe from gliding back, And lay the gift where nothing hindereth; Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
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