Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning. Robert Browning

speed i' the slushy sand.

      Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

       Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

       A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

       And blue spurt of a lighted match,10

       And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,

       Than the two hearts beating each to each!

PARTING AT MORNING

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      Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,

       And the sun looked over the mountain's rim;

       And straight was a path of gold for him,

       And the need of a world of men for me.

EVELYN HOPE

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