Two In The Campagna by Robert Browning I. I wonder do you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May? II. For me, I touched a thought, I know, Has tantalized me many times, (Like turns of thread the spiders throw Mocking across our path) for rhymes To catch at and let go. III. Help me to hold it! First it left The yellowing fennel, run to seed There, branching from the brickworks cleft, Some old tombs ruin: yonder weed Took up the floating wet, IV. Where one small orange cup amassed Five beetles,--blind and green they grope Among the honey-meal: and last, Everywhere on the grassy slope I traced it.
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