Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.
God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.
Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
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Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
To keep a dream or grave apart.
Every wish
Is like a prayer--with God.
Every wish
Is like a prayer--with God.
The place is all awave with trees,
Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded,
Acacias having drunk the lees
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The place is all awave with trees,
Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded,
Acacias having drunk the lees
Of the night-dew, fain headed,
And wan, grey olive-woods, which seem
The fittest foliage for a dream.
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to read more
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to lover.
