AUSTRALIA | Saturday, 7 September 2013 | Views [240] | Comments [1]
Rocks
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bonesTo bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feetFor the ripple to run over in its mirth; Listening the while, where on the heap of stonesThe white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.If you loved only what were worth your love,Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: Make the low nature better by your throes!Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
Robert Browning Sep 8, 2013 10:38 PM