"My sun sets to rise again."
"We shall march prospering,-not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire."
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Source: Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning (2012). “Browning: Poems”, p.82, Everyman's Library
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