When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningEarth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningThe least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningThe growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the painted scene, Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, And take for a worthier stage the soul itself, Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning