Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And lilies are still lilies, pulled
By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
And lilies are still lilies, pulled
By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are read more
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.
Since when was genius found respectable?
Since when was genius found respectable?
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to read more
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to lover.
