Friday, May 28, 2010

Ember Friday--"Consolation"

All are not taken; there are left behind
Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring
And make the daylight still a happy thing,
And tender voices, to make soft the wind:
But if it were not so—if I could find
No love in all this world for comforting,
Nor any path but hollowly did ring
Where 'dust to dust' the love from life disjoin'd;
And if, before those sepulchres unmoving
I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb
Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth)
Crying 'Where are ye, O my loved and loving?'—
I know a voice would sound, 'Daughter, I AM.
Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth?

--Elizabeth Barrett Browning


  1. Elizabeth Barrett Browning is one of my favorites-her words weave a beautiful spell.

  2. She's one of my favorites, too, Oddyoddyo13! I've posted another of her poems for Saturday. Thank you for writing and may God bless you.