the poems I like best

Life In A Love  
Robet Browning

Escape me ?                                        
Never-                                              
Beloved!                                              
While I am, and you are you ,                  
SO long as the world contains us both,              
Me the loving and you  the loath,        
While the one eludes,must the other pursue,          
My life is a fault at last, I fear;            
It seems too much like a fate,indeed!        
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.  
But what if I fail of my purpose here ?          
It  is but to keep the nervest  a strain,      
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,            
And baffled,get up and begin again,-          
So the chace takes up one's life,that's all,
While ,look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one ,straight to the selfsa me mark,
I shape me -
Ever
Removed!


I love you

 Elizabeth Barret Browning

Yet love ,mere love,
is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation.
Fire is bright,Let temple burn,or falx.
An equal lightleaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed. And  love is fire;
and when Isay at need I love thee...mark!...
I love thee!... i
n thy sight I stand transfigured,glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed  Out of my face toword thine,There's nothing low in love,when love the lowest: meanest creaturesAnd what I feel,across the inferior features  Of what I an, doth flash itself,and show How that great work of Love enhances