Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair <br />Wealth that never yet was but might be--all that verse-making were <br />If the life would but lengthen to wish, let the mind be laid bare. <br />So I said, "To do little is bad, to do nothing is worse"-- <br />And made verse. <br /> <br />Love-making,--how simple a matter! No depths to explore, <br />No heights in a life to ascend! No disheartening Before, <br />No affrighting Hereafter,--love now will be love ever more. <br />So I felt "To keep silence were folly:"--all language above, <br />I made love.<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verse-making-was-least-of-my-virtues/
