The Soul's Expression, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning