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The Lost Mistress

Robert Browning

All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!

And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that, to-day;
One day more bursts them open fully
--You know the red turns gray.

To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we,--well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign:

For each glance of the eye so bright and black.
Though I keep with heart's endeavour,--
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Though it stay in my soul for ever!--

Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer!

"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare


Google can be an idiot sometimes.

Umm... and what are we to make of this poem?

I don't think I've ever heard a sparrow twitter goodnight... but maybe now they can tweet.

July 28, 2009 at 6:13 PM  

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