I heard a radio show the other night about people who memorize and recite poetry by heart. It was kind of cool. It inspired me to look up this poem by Robert Browning, of which I remembered only the last 2 lines.
It's a good poem for spring, even though today we are having snow...
The year's at the spring,
The day's at the morn,
Morning's at seven,
The hillside's dew-pearled.
The lark's on the wing,
The snail's on the thorn,
God's in his heaven,
All's right with the world.
-Robert Browning
Happy springtime, everyone!
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