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Sonnet 31 from Barret Browning's Sonnets from portuguese 1.Thou comest! all is said without a word. 2.I sit beneath thy looks, as children do 3.In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through 4.Their happy eyelids from an unaverred 5.Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred 6.In that last...

In line 8,what's the meaning of "in folds of golden fulness"?tks 1Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, 2Most gracious singer of high poems! where 3The dancers will break footing, from the care 4Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more. 5And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor...