Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Did I ever tell you how much I love poetry? Let me remind you..


"And I said in underbreath —
All our life is mixed with death, —
And who knoweth which is best?
And I smiled to think God's greatness
Flowed around our incompleteness, —
Round our restlessness, His rest."

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"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware
More and more, from the first similitude."

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"Grief may be joy misunderstood;
Only the Good discerns the good.
I trust Thee while my days go on."

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(There are more from EBB, but I decided to limit to these for now. =) I can't help it..sometimes I just get caught up in it all. She's definitely worth looking up.)