Robert Browning (Ðîáåðò Áðàóíèíã)

Now!

Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it, -- so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present, condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense,
Merged in a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you beneath me, above me --
Me, sure that, despite of time future, time past,
This tick of life-time's one moment you love me!
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet,
The moment eternal -- just that and no more --
When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core,
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet! 

1. Abt Vogler
2. How It Strikes a Contemporary
3. An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician
4. Up at a Villa-Down in the City
5. Cleon

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