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The First Edition Browning

wrote on February 11, 2018


O thou art a rose of the past Whose autumn leaves turned Brown; Down the ages run so fast, The mast of Robert Browning Each Page of another Age tells, The piper’s pipes are calling As those autumn leaves knell Into a niche each one falling. O to those soul’s reward amass The Mass said daily on a “dally” Basis. All the more a sash Will as such make a rally. For here history lies passé In monkish chronicle and rhyme; All we need do is sashay Into another time. And mine honor is paradigm To Thyme’s aromatic pages Here “Siriously” bent. Mine Heart pregnant in other ages. So I were meant to meet Browning, If I should not have taken up, The cup of one so over-flowing And with him eaten sup. Three cheers to our Robert Browning, Who’s books say: Never decay! For someone in the astounding Future shall have at play.

The first edition browning  

An inspired poem from access to first editions of Robert Browning.

The first edition browning  

An inspired poem from access to first editions of Robert Browning.

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