Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Robert Browning (18121889)May and Death
Charles, there had died along with you
Three parts of spring’s delightful things;
Ay, and, for me, the fourth part too.
There must be many a pair of friends
Who, arm in arm, deserve the warm
Moon-births and the long evening-ends.
Let their new time, as mine of old,
Do all it did for me: I bid
Sweet sights and songs throng manifold.
Woods have in May, that starts up green
Save a sole streak which, so to speak,
Is spring’s blood, spilt its leaves between,—
Might miss the plant; their loss were small:
But I,—whene’er the leaf grows there,
Its drop comes from my heart, that ’s all.