Last Lines of Robert Browning
-- So, I was afraid!An angel, Luther said.Cover the face.Ground its teeth to let me pass!Here's a subject made to your hand!I shall have her for evermore!Love is best!Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!Loved by thee.Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.One day, as I said before.Put forward your best foot!Removed!Smell, kiss, wear it -- at last, throw away!Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!Then just two hours, and that is morn.They circle their rose on my rose tree.Those who win heaven, blest are they.'Tis God shall requite! I am safer so.To stop the fresh spinning, -- why, June will consider.Well, I forget the rest.What the price is, who can say?While I count three, step you back as many paces.You will wake, and remember, and understand.