Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
MisconceptionsRobert Browning (18121889)
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Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure.
O, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray’s, which the flying feet hung to,—
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
Thrill’d in a minute erratic,
Ere the true bosom she bent on,
Meet for love’s regal dalmatic.
O, what a fancy ecstatic
Was the poor heart’s, ere the wanderer went on—
Love to be saved for it, proffer’d to, spent on!