Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How joyously the young sea-mew
Lay dreaming on the waters blue,
Whereon our little bark had thrown
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How joyously the young sea-mew
Lay dreaming on the waters blue,
Whereon our little bark had thrown
A little shade, the only one;
But shadows ever man pursue.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
The music soars within the little lark,
And the lark soars.
The music soars within the little lark,
And the lark soars.
. . . Purple lilies Dante blew
To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
. . . Purple lilies Dante blew
To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?
You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?
