Grief

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries, lieth silent bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye glare
Of the absolute Heavens.
Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death,
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet;
If it could weep, it could arise and go.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Other Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
A Musical Instrument
Sonnets From The Portuguese
To Flush, My Dog, The Young Queen,
The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point

Quotes

Since when was genius found respectable?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it
be for naught except for
love's sake only.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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