Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Earth's Immortalities

Poem by Robert Browning


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!


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!_)

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (1/11/2016 5:29:00 PM)

    Earth and mortal man change- they and their accomplishments do not survive forever, they fade and decay- only God and heaven are eternal and unchanging(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001

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