It took adulthood to reveal to me the complication
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 & curled
Till its pride is over plain;
Light, that never makes you wink;
Memory, that gives no pain;
Love, when, too, you’re loved again.
What’s the best thing in the world?
- Something out of it, I think.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
