Robert Browning Poems

Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
Singing together.
Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes
Each in its tether
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The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
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The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
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My love, this is the bitterest, that thou---
Who art all truth, and who dost love me now
As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say---
Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me still
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Never any more,
While I live,
Need I hope to see his face
As before.
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All, that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
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"Why?" Because all I haply can and do,
All that I am now, all I hope to be,--
Whence comes it save from fortune setting free
Body and soul the purpose to pursue,
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O the old wall here! How I could pass
Life in a long midsummer day,
My feet confined to a plot of grass,
My eyes from a wall not once away!
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I.

I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
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Escape me?
Never--
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
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