The Best Thing In The World

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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 its 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.

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