XII sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near. Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: March 6, 1806
- Died: June 29, 1861