I found The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning in our prop room a while back. I couldn't bear for her book to be used as a prop. It's meant to be read. This from her Last Poems:
"Such a blue inner light from her eyelds outbroke,
You looked at ther silence and fancied she spoke:
When she did, so peculiar yet soft was the tone,
Though the loudest spoke also, you heard her alone"