I seem to love thee more and more.
Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
I have thee still, and I rejoice;
I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee tho’ I die.”
Browning’s “May and Death”
Following is a little poem by Robert Browning entitled May and Death, which may well be placed near the stanzas of In Memoriam:—
“I wish that when you died last May,