Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues

A poem by Robert Browning

Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair
Wealth that never yet was but might be, all that verse-making were
If the life would but lengthen to wish, let the mind be laid bare.
So I said, "To do little is bad, to do nothing is worse",
And made verse.

Love-making, how simple a matter! No depths to explore,
No heights in a life to ascend! No disheartening Before,
No affrighting Hereafter, love now will be love ever more.
So I felt "To keep silence were folly:" all language above,
I made love.

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