Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг)

Earth's Immortalities

FAME.

See, as the prettiest graves will do in time,
Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime;
Spite of the sexton's browsing horse, the sods
Have struggled through its binding osier rods;
Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry,
Wanting the brick-work promised by-and-by;
How the minute grey lichens, plate o'er plate,
Have softened down the crisp-cut name and date!

LOVE.

So, the year's done with
(Love me for ever!)
All March begun with,
April's endeavour;
May-wreaths that bound me
June needs must sever;
Now snows fall round me,
Quenching June's fever---
(Love me for ever!) 

1. Up at a Villa-Down in the City
2. Protus
3. Any Wife to Any Husband
4. An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician
5. To Edward Fitzgerald

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