So, An Octave Struck The Answer
“Here on earth they bore their fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop:
“What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ?
Robert Browning : A Toccata of Galuppi’s
“Here on earth they bore their fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop:
“What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ?
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July 10th, 2010 at 7:30 pm
[...] recently, here I made a post a few years back reffing Robert Browning with a postcard — complete with camel [...]