I Have a More Than Friend
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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“I have more than a friend
Across the mountains dim:
No other’s voice is soft to me,
Unless it nameth him.”
Margret, Margret.

“Though louder beats my heart,
I know his tread again,
And his fair plume aye, unless turned away,
For the tears do blind me then:
We brake no gold, a sign
Of stronger faith to be,
But I wear his last look in my soul,
Which said, I love but thee!”
Margret, Margret.