Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning