Written in Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Poems


Did I take pen and with a far-off look
Sit me before a pile of foolscap high,
And with a concentrated effort try
To write and write and so compile a book?
Recall’st how when inspiration forsook,
And through my brain wild fancies quick did fly,
How oft from earth to heaven turned my eye,
In fruitless search, then my head sadly shook?
I took a volume from my shelf and dipped
Into its pages and there, there I found
True genius, there jewels did abound;
Lines saw I, written with a hand adept
In Mrs. Browning’s volume; what I failed
To do lay bare before my eyes unveiled.