Confessions - Robert Browning

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What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die Do I view the world as a vale of tears?" Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I view again Where the physic bottles stand On the table's edge,—is a suburb lane With a wall to my bedside hand That lane sloped, much as the bottles do From a house you could descry O'er the garden-wall; is the curtain blue Or green to a healthy eye? To minе, it serves for the old Junе weather Blue above lane and wall; And that farthest bottle labelled "Ether" Is the house o'ertopping all At a terrace, somewhere near the stopper There watched for me, one June A girl: I know, sir, it's improper My poor mind's out of tune Only, there was a way... you crept Close by the side, to dodge Eyes in the house, two eyes except: They styled their house "The Lodge." What right had a lounger up their lane? But, by creeping very close With the good wall's help,—their eyes might strain And stretch themselves to Oes Yet never catch her and me together As she left the attic, there By the rim of the bottle labelled "Ether," And stole from stair to stair And stood by the rose-wreathed gate. Alas We loved, sir—used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was— But then, how it was sweet!