Earth\'s Immortalities
de Robert Browning(2005)
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FAME.
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!
LOVE.
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!_)