IV

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Mask

I know my face is bright, she said,—

Such brightness, dying suns diffuse!

I bear upon my forehead shed,

The sign of what I lose,—

The ending of my day, she said.

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