Elizabeth Barrett Browning - The Best Thing in the World lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - The Best Thing in the World lyrics]
What’s the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain
Truth, not cruel to a friend
Pleasure, not in haste to end
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till it's pride is over-plain
Light, that never makes you wink
Memory, that gives no pain
Love, when, so, you’re loved again
What’s the best thing in the world?
Something out of it, I think
June-rose, by May-dew impearled
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain
Truth, not cruel to a friend
Pleasure, not in haste to end
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till it's pride is over-plain
Light, that never makes you wink
Memory, that gives no pain
Love, when, so, you’re loved again
What’s the best thing in the world?
Something out of it, I think