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Love In A Life

I.

Room after room,

I hunt the house

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her—-Next time, herself!—-not the trouble behind

Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:

Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.

II.

Yet the day wears,

And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune—-Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance!

She goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,—-who cares?

But 'tis twilight, you see,—-with such suites to explore,

Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

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Robert Browning

Robert Browning (7 May 1812 – 12 December 1889) was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of the dramatic monologue made him one of the f…
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