Comfort

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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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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  • gingergabbard5

    I 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.

    • Dominique

      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.