Dramatic Lyrics

By Robert Browning

MISCONCEPTIONS

MISCONCEPTIONS

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This is a spray the Bird clung to,
      Making it blossom with pleasure,
    Ere the high tree-top she sprang 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 be singled out, built in, and sung to!

    This is a heart the Queen leant on,
      Thrilled in a minute erratic,
    Ere the true bosom she bent on,
      Meet for love`s regal dalmatic.<*1>
      Oh, what a fancy ecstatic
Was the poor heart`s, ere the wanderer went on---
Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!

* 1 A vestment used by ecclesiastics, and formerly
* by senators and persons of high rank.


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