Robert Browning

I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so,Since now at length my fate I know,

A Child’s StoryHamelin Town’s in Brunswick,By famous Hanover city;

IOut of the little chapel I burstInto the fresh night-air again.

IMy love, this is the bitterest, that thouWho art all truth and who dost love me now

You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarryYour love’s protracted growing:

The year’s at the spring,And day’s at the morn;