Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy dead in silence like to death—
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
If it could weep, it could arise and go

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Born: 6 March 1806, County Durham, England
Nationality: English
Died: 29 June 1861, Florence, Italy

Barret Browning, also known as Mrs Browning, was a Victorian poet who became popular within her lifetime both in the UK and America. She began writing poetry from the age of 11 and her mother’s collection of her poems is amongst the largest extant collections of poetry written in youth of any poet or writer.

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