Earth's Immortalities

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Earth's Immortalities  (1845) 
by Robert Browning




Fame.

See, as the prettiest graves will do in time,
Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime;
Spite of the sexton's browsing horse, the sods
Have struggled through its binding osier rods;
Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry,
Wanting the brick-work promised by-and-by;
How the minute grey lichens, plate o'er plate,
Have softened down the crisp-cut name and date!


Love.

So, the year's done with
     (Love me for ever!)
All March begun with,
     April's endeavour;
May-wreaths that bound me
     June needs must sever;
Now snows fall round me,
     Quenching June's fever—
     (Love me for ever!)