Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Had we no hope

Round our aspirant souls. —Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might be faint
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might be faint
To muse upon eternity’s constraint
To muse upon eternity’s constraint
Round our aspirant souls. —Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Round our aspirant souls.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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