Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.
Robert BrowningOf power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.
Robert BrowningUnless 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 unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!
Robert Browning