Sonnets from the Portuguese v

WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong  
Face to face silent drawing nigh and nigher  
Until the lengthening wings break into fire 
At either curving point ¡ªwhat bitter wrong 
Can the earth do us that we should not long 5 
Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher  
The angels would press on us and aspire 
To drop some golden orb of perfect song 
Into our deep dear silence.
 Let us stay 
Rather on earth Belov¨¨d¡ªwhere the unfit 10 
Contrarious moods of men recoil away 
And isolate pure spirits and permit 
A place to stand and love in for a day  
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
 

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