Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness yonder? The cloud, a little wind can move Where’er it listeth? The wind, a little leaf above, Though sere, resisteth? What time that yellow leaf was green, My days were gladder; But now, whatever Spring may mean, I must grow sadder. Ah me! a leaf with sighs can wring My lips asunder — Then is mine heart the weakest thing Itself can ponder. Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined And drop together, And at a blast, which is not wind, The forests wither, Thou, from the darkening deathly curse To glory breakest, — The Strongest of the universe Guarding the weakest!
I love poems written by E.Barrett Browning.I have Her book beside my bed so each time when I feel lonely I read.Books are my old friend,sometimes I think they are my only real friends.I believe in them and they believe in my love for them.
Before in my life,when I was ok with my health I used to read every morning.Now I read throught the night.One night I found this site http://www.about com.Since that day I am here each day.They have wonderful forums about literature,arts,performing,books…on one I found my beleved Heart.She is no longer there but each time when I come here I deeply believe that we will meat again.Sometimes I feel like I am lost without Her,then I take Her letters and read them and all the magick come back to me.Please if You ever met this wonderful poetess tell Her that She is needed.Tell Her that I love Her much more then I should,more then She thought.