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Lyric Poem · Love

Misconceptions

by Robert Browning

This is a spray the bird clung to,

Making it blossom with pleasure,

Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,

Fit for her nest and her treasure.

Oh, 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!

This is a heart the Queen leant on,

Thrilled in a minute erratic,

Ere the true bosom she bent on,

Meet for love's regal dalmatic.

Oh, what a fancy ecstatic

Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on —

Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!

This poem is in the public domain.

“Misconceptions” by Robert Browning — quilloak.com/poems/misconceptions

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