Quotes on letters

  My letters! All dead paper, mute and white!And yet they seem alive and quiveringAgainst my tremulous hands which loose the stringAnd let them drop down on my knee to-night. This said, -- he wished to have me in his sightOnce, as a friend: this fixed a day in springTo come and touch my hand.. A simple thing, Yet I wept for it! -- this,.. The paper's light.. Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailedAs if God's future thundered on my past. This said, I am thine -- and so its ink has paledWith lying at my heart that beat too fast. And this.. O Love, thy words have ill availedIf, what this said, I dared repeat at last!  
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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