Religion
XLIII
From The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 2
Religion
After, when we were grown tired of books, the silence round us flinging
A slow arm of sweet compression, felt with beatings at the breast
She would break out on a sudden in a gush of woodland singing,
Like a child's emotion in a god--a naiad tired of rest.
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