Maxioms by 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!
Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.
This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
