Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

Go from me.  Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow.  Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore— Thy touch upon the palm.  The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double.  What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes.  And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two.