Poems of Robert Browning —— From the Author's Revised Text of 1889; His Own Selections With Additions From His Latest Works

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ISBN: 9781330909720 出版年：2016 页码：551 Charlotte Porter Helen A Clarke Forgotten Books

My Star.All that I knowOf a certain starIs, it can throw(Like the angled spar)Now a dart of red,Now a dart of blue;Till my friends have saidThey would fain see, too,My star that dartles the red and the blue!Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.What matter to me if their star is a world?Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.A Face.If one could have that little head of hersPainted upon a background of pale gold,Such as the Tuscan's early art prefers!No shade encroaching on the matchless moldOf those two lips, which should be opening softIn the pure profile; not as when she laughs,For that spoils all: but rather as if aloftYon hyacinth, she loves so, leaned its staff'sBurthen of honey-colored buds, to kissAnd capture 'twixt the lips apart for this.Then her lithe neck, three fingers might surround.How it should waver, on the pale gold ground,Up to the fruit-shaped, perfect chin it lifts!I know, Correggio loves to mass, in rifts