Elizabath Barret Browning was one of the most prolific and well-regarded poets of theVictorian era. A time, the reader is reminded, when women were simply not well-regarded...about most anything.
Her verse was how she met her husband, Robert Browning. After reading Elizabeth's second collection of poems, entitled, A Drama of Exhile, RB wrote Elizabeth a letter of thanks. He professed, "I love your verses with all my heart...and I love you too." WOWZA!
An EBB poem for your consideration:
DISCONTENT
Light human nature is too lightly tost
And ruffled without cause, complaining on--
Restless with rest, until, being overthrown,
It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost
Or a small wasp have crept to the inner-most
Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun
Shine westward of our window,--straight we run
A furlong's sigh as if the world were lost.
But what time through the heart and through the brain
God hath transfixed us,--we, so moved before,
Attain to a calm. Ay, shouldering weights of pain,
We anchor in deep waters, safe from shore,
And hear submissive o'er the stormy main
God's chartered judgments walk for evermore.