Misconceptions
Robert Browning
1812 to 1889
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This is a spray the bird clung to,
it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Oh, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,—
So to singled out, built in, and sung to!
This is heart the Queen leant on,
Thrilled in a erratic,
Ere the true bosom she bent on,
for love's regal dalmatic.
Oh, what a fancy
Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on—
to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!