Poetry... next tattoo

I. The Soul’s Expression

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861

WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling interwound, And inly answering all the senses round         5 With octaves of a mystic depth and height Which step out grandly to the infinite From the dark edges of the sensual ground. This song of soul I struggle to outbear Through portals of the sense, sublime and whole,         10 And utter all myself into the air: But if I did it,—as the thunder-roll Breaks its own cloud, my flesh would perish there, Before that dread apocalypse of soul. I think I may have found the words I want for my next tattoo....  the first 3 lines of one of my fave poems.    Now to decide on the type of script and where.   I think it will be on the back of my neck.    Yes!