‘Life’, by EBB

Each creature holds an insular point in
Yet what man stirs a finger, breathes
a sound,
But all the multitudinous beings round
In all the countless worlds, with time
and place
For their conditions, down to the central base,
Thrill, haply , in vibration and rebound;
Life answering life across the vast
In full antiphony, by a common grace?
I think this sudden joyaunce which
A child’s mouth sleeping, unaware may
From some new soul newly loosened from
earth’s tombs.
I think this passionate sigh, which
I stifle back may reach and stir the
Of God’s calm angel standing in the sun.

From Elizabeth Barret Brownings Sonnets

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