Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning
So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee. – Robert Browning
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning