poetry

Rosario 2

Jesse Rosario

Renee Zelden

ENC-1102-2207-3412

10/09/2020

Sonnets from the Portuguese, 18

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I never gave a lock of hair away to a man, Dearest, except this to thee, which now upon my fingers thoughtfully, I ring out to the full brown length and say take it.' My day of youth went yesterday. My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee, Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree, As girls do, anymore: it only may Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears, Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside Through sorrow's trick. I thought the funeral-shears Would take his first, but Love is justified, ---Take it thou, ---finding pure, from all those years, The kiss my mother left here when she died.

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