The year – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning

The year – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. – Robert Browning
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: lifes business being just the terrible choice. – Robert Browning