PORTRAIT OF ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING _Frontispiece_ _After the picture by Gordigiani_ You were right to bid me never again wish my poor flowers were ‘diamonds’—you could not, I think, speak so to my heart of any diamonds. God knows my life is for you to take just as you take flowers:—these last please you, serve you best when plucked—and ‘my life’s rose’ ... if I dared profane _that_ expression I would say, you have but to ‘stoop’ for it. Foolish, as all words are.…
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