Maxioms by Robert Browning
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us read more
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.
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.
So may glory from defect arise.
So may glory from defect arise.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
