Robert Browning

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower.

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower.

I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
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I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
I want to be forgotten even by God.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet
And master and make crouch beneath his foot,
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Why comes temptation but for man to meet
And master and make crouch beneath his foot,
And so be pedestaled in triumph?

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I read more

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.