Sonnet 44: Beloved, Thou Hast Brought Me Many Flowers

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Let the charming words of this treasured poem
surround you today.

--Description: 19th C, Barrett Browning E., Love, Nature-- 

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers

Plucked in the garden, all the summer through

And winter, and it seemed as if they grew

In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.

So, in the like name of that love of ours,

Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,

And which on warm and cold days I withdrew

From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers

Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,

And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,

Here 's ivy!—take them, as I used to do

Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.

Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,

And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

--Did You Know: She was one of the most prominent poets of the Victorian era. She was the wife of poet Robert Browning, whom she married in secret due to objections by her father. Her poetry was widely popular in both England and the United States during her lifetime.

--Word of the Day: fatuous\FACH-oo-uhs\ , adjective:

Meaning: 1. Inanely foolish and unintelligent; stupid.

2. Illusory; delusive.

Example: Publishers persist in the fatuous belief that a little hocus-pocus in the front flap blurb will so dazzle readers that they'll be too dazed to notice the quality of what's on the pages inside.

("A night in the city", Irish Times, October 7, 1997)

--Quote of the Day: "Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."

(James Baldwin)

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