As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Comments (2)

I love the message of this sonnet. She wants his love so badly, yet knows she is undeserving. He would persist in loving her though, and for fear of losing that love, she tells Robert to love her just to love. For the things he loves about HER could change. I have often felt this same way.
this is one of the most poems i liked by elizabeth browning. through this poem she is addressing her beloved, robert browning, she feels as if she is nothing. she has no hope in life. we get to know that her poems and her ideas give him pleasure. 'neither love me for thine own dear pity`s wiping my cheeks dry', this is a very direct reference to her illeness and shows how robert loves her. he cares her & feels pity towards her.' IT IS LOVE THAT CURES ANY DISEASE'