Futurity

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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AND, O beloved voices, upon which
Ours passionately call because erelong
Ye brake off in the middle of that song
We sang together softly, to enrich
The poor world with the sense of love, and witch,
The heart out of things evil,--I am strong,
Knowing ye are not lost for aye among

The hills, with last year's thrush. God keeps a niche
In Heaven to hold our idols; and albeit
He brake them to our faces and denied
That our close kisses should impair their white,
I know we shall behold them raised, complete,
The dust swept from their beauty,--glorified
New Memnons singing in the great God-light.

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  • rosewaterpoetry

    Wow, this piece seriously took me on an emotional journey, really touching! Makes you think about loves lost and how they're never truly gone. Really powerful stuff, hits you right in the feels. You can feel the deep sentiments from every line. Great read!