~POESY FOR THE DAY

 



Unless you can muse in a crowd all day

On the absent face that fixed you;

Unless you can love, as the angels may,

With the breadth of heaven betwixt you;

Unless you can dream that his faith is fast,

Through behoving and unbehoving;

Unless you can die when the dream is past -

Oh, never call it loving!

~From, " A Woman's Shortcomings,"
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning~

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