Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Moulton)
6.3.1806, Durham - 29.6.1861, Florenz


Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forebore---
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land

Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forebore---
Thy touch upon the palm.
And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

Our first Song this year with a wonderful lyric of Elizabeth Barrett Browning(1806 - 1861)

(c)2008 Young Remaimed
Music by Marijan P. Horvat
Canto and Melody:Wolfgang Heyd