Poetry Survey Series Post 4: Comfort by E. B. B. Browning

Comfort Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so Who art not missed by any that entreat. Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet ! And if no precious gems my hands bestow, Let my tears drop like amber while I go In reach of thy divinest voice complete In humanest affection — thus, in sooth, To lose the sense of losing. As a child, Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore Is sung to in its stead by mother’s mouth Till,… Read more Poetry Survey Series Post 4: Comfort by E. B. B. Browning →