[Suddenly
copied into the notebook, part of Robert Browning’s 1841 verse drama, Pippa Passes, describing a sunrise.]
Day!
Fast and more fast
O’er night’s brim, day boils
at last
Boils, pure gold, o’er the
cloud cap’s brim,
Where spurting and suppress’d
it lay--
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For not a froth-flake touched the rim
Of yonder gap in the solid gray
Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;
But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,
Till the whole sunrise, not to be supprest,
Rose, reddened, and its seething breast
Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
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from Pippa Passes
Introduction
After missing pages
in the notebook, part of a poem copied.
Why?
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