XLI

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in it's louder parts.
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall,
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot,
To hearken what I said between my tears,-
Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That -they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from life that disappears!

-Elizabeth Barret Browning

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