4497146Poems — The Soul's ExpressionElizabeth Barrett Barrett
SONNETS.
Sonnets.
THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION.
With stammering lips and insufficient sound, I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling, interwound; And inly answering all the senses round With octaves of a mystic depth and height, Which step out grandly to the infinite From the dark edges of the sensual ground! This song of soul I struggle to outbear Through portals of the sense, sublime and whole, And utter all myself into the air: But if I did it,—as the thunder-roll Breaks its own cloud,—my flesh would perish there, Before that dread apocalypse of soul.
