Robert Browning

O world as God has made it! All is beauty.

O world as God has made it! All is beauty.

From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their read more

Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms?

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.

Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.