Elizabeth Browning

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard the words it said,- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!"

Who so loves believes the impossible.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

I think it frets the saints in heaven to see How many desolate creatures on the earth Have learnt the simple dues of fellowship And social comfort, in a hospital.