XVl. And yet, because thou overcomest so – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
from “Sonnets from the Portuguese“
And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone. Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and complete a thing
In lifting upward, as in crushing low!
And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth,
I rise above abasement at the word.
Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth!
by the very fact of being king, she says, you elevate
me to the status of being queen, be I ever so humble
therefore I cede, and duly accept, however mightily
encumbered, thy proferred crown
long live, I say, Elizabeth
and, morally as well as aesthetically inspired, I