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ROBERT OCH ELISABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Ill
trycket af ett åskmoln, guldkandadt både ofvan och
nedan! *
»Casa Guidi Windows» blef en lösen för alla den
italienska frihetens vänner och den första starka tonen
i den följd af sånger, i hvilken hon ända till de sista
veckorna af sitt lif sjöng ut Italiens bästa känslor.
* The sun strikes, through the windows, up the floor:
Stand out in it, my own young Florentine,
Sot two years old, and let me see thee more!
It growes along thy amber curls to shine
Brighter than elsewhere. Now, look straight before,
And fix thy brave blue english eyes on mine,
And from thy soul, which fronts the future so,
With unabashed and unabated gaze,
Teach me to hope for, what the angels know,
When they smile clear as thou dost–-
Now shake the glittering nimbus of thy hair,
And be God’s witness that the elemental
New springs of life are gushing everywhere.
That earth’s alive, and gentle or ungentle
Motions within her, signify but growth.
However the uneasy world is vexed and wroth,
Young children lifted high on parent souls,
Look round them with a smile upon the mouth,
And take for music every bell that tolls.
Who said we should be better if like these?
And we — despond we for the future, though
Posterity is smiling at our knees,
Convicting us of folly? Let us go —
We will trust to God. The blank interstices
Men take for ruins, He will build into
With pillared marbles rare or knit across
With generous arches, till the fane’s complete.
This world lias no perdition, if some loss.
8. — Key, Människor.
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