Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistrys haunting curse, the Incomplete! – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistrys haunting curse, the Incomplete! – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning