 When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst I could not wear here plainer to my sight, Than that first kiss. The second passed in height The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed, Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed ! That was the chrism of...  Poems - Page 465by Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853Full view - About this book
 | William Conant Church - 1867 - 1078 pages
...passed away from her sunny Italian home a few Summers since says : First time he kissed me, but he only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write , And, ever since, it grew more clear and white, Slow to world greeting ; quick with its " Oh, list ! " When the angels speak. A ring... | |
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