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Sonnet 40 - Oh yes! they love through all this world of ours!

Written by: Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Biography
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 Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.
I have heard love talked in my early youth, And since, not so long back but that the flowers Then gathered, smell still.
Mussulmans and Giaours Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth For any weeping.
Polypheme's white tooth Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers, The shell is over-smooth,—and not so much Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate Or else to oblivion.
But thou art not such A lover, my Beloved! thou canst wait Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch, And think it soon when others cry 'Too late.
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