Poetry & Verse
Sonnet 19 - The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise
By Elizabeth Barrett BrowningSource: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short95 words
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead to my heart Receive this...
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XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead to my heart Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,— As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart, . . . The bay-crown's shade, Beloved, I surmise, Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!…
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