Sonnet Xxxiii: Yes, Call Me By My Pet-Name!

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven's undefiled,
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
While I call God--call God!--So let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Yes, call me by that name,--and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Comments (11)

This is a beautiful write, I was actually huming One Fine day the song...not sure why, but I feel like a nooby next to your writing, once again thank you for the write.
Very touching and let all the days fine for you!
And may that day be soon for you Linda, lovely touching poem 10 Daniel
Very nicely expressed. Though passion blossoms when we're young, The sweetest songs remain unsung Until we find that perfect sound - When the missing note is finally found; Shall we complete this symphony A very nice way to look at life. Ben
So tender is the love With age matures more and more like old wine, giving that sweet / bitter taste Beautiful poem
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