II
Say, what can I do for thee? Weary thee, grieve thee?
Lean on thy shoulder, new burdens to add?
Weep my tears over thee, making thee sad?
Oh, hold me not, love me not! let me retrieve thee.
I love thee so, dear, that I only can leave thee.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“I MUST NOT YIELD”
I must not yield ... but if he would not sing!
My stilling hands upon my breast can feel