Where the apple reddens never pry — lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I. – Robert Browning
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning

Where the apple reddens never pry — lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I. – Robert Browning
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning