Robert Browning

Let my hand,
This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend;
Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!

Let my hand,
This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend;
Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!

Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me--
(When fortune's malice
Lost her read more

Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me--
(When fortune's malice
Lost her Calais)--
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy."

It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking read more

It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn read more

I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures;
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward, Nature's good
And God's.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away.