Wednesday, April 25, 2007


This quatrain by Robert Browning is, in my occasionally humble opinion, one of the finest representations of the English lyrical tradition. For whoever cares.

Parting at Morning

'Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim,
And straight lay a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.

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