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: I used to have it memorized but my gray cells are dying off. Here is most of it. If you find the complete poem, do please p it on to me. : My Kate by Elizabeth Barrett Browning : She wasn’t as pretty as women I know : Though all your best made of sunshine or snow : Drop to shade melt to naught in the long trodden ways : While she’s still remembered on warm and cold days. : Her air had a meaning, her movements a grace : So that you turned from the fairest to gaze at her face : And when you had once seen her forehead and mouth : You saw as distinctly her soul and her truth. : Such a blue inner light from her eyelids outbroke : That you looked at her silence and fancied she spoke. : When she did so gentle and soft was the tone : Though the loudest spoke also you heard her alone. : I doubt that she said to you much that would act : As a thought or suggestion in the sense ??? : To attract the worldly or wise, I infer : Twas her thinking of others made you think of her. : None knelt at her feet as lovers in thrall : They knelt more to god than they used, that was all. : If you praised her as charming some asked what you meant. : But the charm of her presence was felt when she went. : She never found fault with you, never implied : You wrong by her right; and yet men at her side : Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town : The children were gladder that pulled at her gown. : The weak and the gentle, the ribald and rude : She took as she found them and did them all good. : It was always so with her … now see what she gave, : She has made the gr greener even here with her grave.

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