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The classic poem for this issue of The Fairfield Review features a piece by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, fitting for the sultry days of summer. --egh
Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIV
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile.. her look.. her way
Of speaking gently,… for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasure ease on such a day'--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee, -- and love, so wrought
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, --
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose they love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love’s eternity.
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