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The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven,
All's right with the world!
This poem is in the public domain.
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Robert Browning (1812 - 1889) was an English poet and playwright. Born to supportive, educated parents with a keen appreciation for the arts, he was a bright and eager student who loved and wrote poetry before ever reaching his teens. Recognition and publication were a long time in coming; though Robert's dramatic monologues are today considered brilliant and he is recognized as one of the 19th century's most prominent poets, he endured much criticism during his lifetime. He fell in love with fellow poet Elizabeth Barrett and, against her father's wishes, they eloped to Italy and remained there until Elizabeth's death.
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oldposter:
Memorized this for school in the 1960s.
Still love it.
Posted 10/04/2022 11:42 AM
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Dorcas:
Lovely. Would that we all took our place in silence and on bended knees.
Posted 03/22/2016 08:51 AM
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transitions:
Brief but oh, so sweet ~
Posted 03/21/2016 01:10 PM
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rhonasheridan:
This has been a favourite poem of mine for years. I never knew where it came from. Oddly enough I have never seen it in a poetry book and cannot understand why not. Thank you so much for printing it for us.
Posted 03/21/2016 09:42 AM
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Jancan:
Short and sweet--good choice for the day! Janice
Posted 03/21/2016 08:50 AM
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cork:
I taught a year in Pippa Passes, KY, at Alice Lloyd College. Thanks for the memories.
Posted 03/21/2016 08:39 AM
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Ross Kightly:
Any poet who could create the monster whose monologue begins: 'That's my last Duchess, painted on the wall...' also knew a bit about the darker side of human nature! Great, and still underrated poet I think.
Posted 03/21/2016 02:41 AM
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Newf:
I love this poem, always have. I didn't know about the play Pippa Passes. I will have to look that up. Thank you for this one.
Posted 03/21/2016 02:10 AM
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