Maxioms by Robert Browning
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.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
