To George Sand: A Recognition
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
True genius, but true woman! dost deny
Thy woman's nature with a manly scorn,
And break away the gauds and armlets worn
By weaker women in captivity?
Ah, vain denial! that revolted cry
Is sobbed in by a woman's voice forlorn: --
Thy woman's hair, my sister, all unshorn,
Floats back dishevelled strength in agony,
Disproving thy man's name: and while before
The world thou burnest in a poet-fire,
We see thy woman-heart beat evermore
Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher,
Till God unsex thee on the heavenly shore,
Where unincarnate spirits purely aspire.
Source:
The Poems Of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 1Copyright 1853
C. S. Francis & Co., 262 Broadway, New York
Crosby & Nichols, Boston