Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Every common bush afire with God

Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God.
And only those who see take off their shoes;
The rest sit around and pluck blackberries.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Browning: Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets Series)
By Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Some golden orb of perfect song

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either ... curved point, -- what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher,
The angels would press upon us, and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.

~ from "Sonnets From the Portuguese" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Earth's crammed with heaven

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only they who see
take off their shoes.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Browning: Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets Series)
By Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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