poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Sonnet 32by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The first time the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tired to make a lasting troth.
Quick-lovinghearts, I though, may quickly loathe;
And,looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man’s love-more like an out- of tune
Wornviol, a good singer would be worth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
I did not wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float
‘Neathmaster-hands, from instruments defaced,-
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and dote.