What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew. – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew. – 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
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time. – Robert Browning