Maxioms by Robert Browning
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, read more
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to flight better,
Sleep to wake.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
Let my hand,
This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend;
Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!
Let my hand,
This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend;
Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!