September 27, 2012

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts

Isn't that a lovely title for today's poem?   It makes me smile to read it, and if you really want the full effect of the beautiful words, try reading it out loud.  Today is one of those swiftly passing but long treasured-blue sky, crisp air, bright sunshine and vivid leaves-autumn at its finest days.  It's the kind of day when it is easy to feel thankful for the love of family and friends.  I hope your day is full of sunshine, both outside and in your soul.  Here's another of my son's beautiful pictures from Venice to start the day off on a perfect note.

St. Mark's Cathedral, Venice, Italy
Sonnet 41
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot
To hearken what I said between my tears, . . .
Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from Life that disappears!

I wish I was in this gondola!

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