SUNNET FROM THE PORTUGUESE ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
First time he kissed me,
He but only kiss’d
The fingers of this hand
Wherewith I write;
And ever since,
It grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings,
Quick with its “Oh, list,”
When the angels speak,
A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here,
Plainer to my s...
