A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
~ Robert Browning
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
God is the perfect poet.
