# LOVE WITNESS #

--I'M DEPRESSED--
Go from me .Yet i feel that i shall stand.
Hence foward in my shadow.Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life,i shall command
The uses of my soul,not lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which i forbore,
The touch upon the palm.The widest land
Doom takes to part us,leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double.What i do
And what i dream include thee,as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes.And when i sue
God for myself.He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes,the tears of two.

--Elizabeth Barret Browing--