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 mo 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.
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Comments2I had to share that I really connected with the emotions and the spirituality in this poem. The words felt very honest and heartfelt, reflecting a deep relationship with one's faith. It reminded me of those moments when you're seeking solace and comfort in times of pain and vulnerability. This poem has a beautiful blend of both the divine and human aspects of love and forgiveness.
Wow, Elizabeth Barrett Browning realy nailed it in this poem. She conveys this deep longing for divine love and understanding in such a genuine and relatable way. It's like she's puting words to feelings I've had, but couldn't quite express. Love the spiritual undertones she's woven throughout. Very touching and impactful.