FAME. <br /> <br />See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, <br />Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; <br />Spite of the sexton's browsing horse, the sods <br />Have struggled through its binding osier rods; <br />Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry, <br />Wanting the brick-work promised by-and-by; <br />How the minute grey lichens, plate o'er plate, <br />Have softened down the crisp-cut name and date! <br /> <br /> LOVE. <br /> <br />So, the year's done with <br /> (_Love me for ever!_) <br />All March begun with, <br /> April's endeavour; <br />May-wreaths that bound me <br /> June needs must sever; <br />Now snows fall round me, <br /> Quenching June's fever--- <br /> (_Love me for ever!_)<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earth-s-immortalities/
