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Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
If you get simple beauty and nought else,
You get about the best thing God invents.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good
Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:
Life's business being just the terrible choice.
Even throughout life, 'tis death that makes life live,
Gives it whatever the significance.
: The Ring and the Book
Does he paint? he fain would write a poem,—
Does he write?—he fain would paint a picture.
All we have gained then by our unbelief
Is a life of doubt diversified by faith,
For one of faith diversified by doubt:
We called the chess-board white,—we call it black.
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there.
Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose.
: Sordello
God is seen God
In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
When a man's busy, why leisure
Strikes him as wonderful pleasure:
'Faith, and at leisure once is he?
Straightway he wants to be busy.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!
Progress, man's distinctive mark alone,
Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are,
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven—
All's right with the world!
: Pippa Passes
Less is more.