Wanting is -- what? Summer redundant, Blueness abundant, -- Where is the blot? Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same, -- Framework which waits for a picture to frame: What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with nought they embower! Come then, complete incompletion, O comer, Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer! Breathe but one breath Rose-beauty above. And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love!
Two songs
Song Cycle by Margaret A. Halley
?. To perfect the summer [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), appears in Jocoseria, Prologue, first published 1883
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