Robert Browning

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

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?

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.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
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Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
As, God be thanked! I do not.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me....for I know love, I am loved by thee.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me....for I know love, I am loved by thee.