Sonnets from the Portuguese

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!

Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

The face of all the world is changed, I think

Can it be right to give what I can give?

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech

If thou must love me, let it be for nought

Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear

My poet thou canst touch on all the notes

When our two souls stand up erect and strong

Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping knife

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!

I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud

I see thine image through my tears to-night

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear

With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

When we met first and loved, I did not build

Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace

Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers