Robert Browning
From Easter-Day
‘Thou Love of God! Or let me die
‘Or grant what shall seem Heaven almost!
‘Let me not know that all is lost
‘Though lost it be — leave me not tied
‘To this despair, this corpse-like bride!
‘Let that old life seem mine — no more —
‘With limitation as before
‘With darkness, hunger, toil, distress:
‘Be all the earth a wilderness!
‘Only let me go on, go on
‘Still hoping ever and anon
‘To reach one eve the Better Land!’