Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with. – Robert Browning