What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world