Robert Browning Poems

Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
But, when begins my ditty,
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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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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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June was not over
Though past the fall,
And the best of her roses
Had yet to blow,
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Fear death?---to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
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