Comfort (Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet ...)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet --
And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
Let my tears drop like amber, while I go
In reach of thy divinest voice complete
In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth,
To lose the sense of losing! As a child,
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore,
Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth;
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
He sleeps the faster that he wept before.
Source:
The Poems Of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 1Copyright 1853
C. S. Francis & Co., 262 Broadway, New York
Crosby & Nichols, Boston