Mrs. Browning
O voice of ecstasy and lyric pain,
Divinely throated and divinely heard
Among old England’s songsters! Sprite or bird,
Haunting the woods of song with raptured strain!
In whose wild music Love is born and slain.
And young Desire cries ever a battle word,
And Passion goes, ready with kiss or sword,
To make us captive or set free again.
Above the flowery meads of English song,
Enchantment-sweet, her golden numbers pour,
Commanding and compelling, like Desire!
O nightingale and lark, how o’er the throng
Of all thy sister singers thou dost soar,
Filled with seraphic love and Sapphic fire!
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