ROBERT BROWNING

Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried. This foot once planted on the goal, This glory-garland round my soul, Could I descry such ? Try and test ! I sink back shuddering from the quest. Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?

Now, heaven and she are beyond this ride.

��And yet she has not spoke so long ! What if heaven be that, fair and strong At life's best, with our eyes upturn'd Whither life's flower is first discern'd,

We, fix'd so, ever should so abide? What if we still ride on, we two With life for ever old yet new, Changed not in kind but in degree, The instant made eternity, And heaven just prove that I and she

Ride, ride together, for ever ride ?

��728. Misconceptions

HTHIS is a spray the Bird clung to,

• Making it blossom with pleasure,

Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,

Fit for her nest and her treasure.

O, what a hope beyond measure

Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,- So to be singled out, built in, and sung to !

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