Daily quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Life, struck sharp on death,
  Makes awful lightning. His last word was, 'Love–'
  'Love, my child, love, love!'–(then he had done with grief)
  'Love, my child.' Ere I answered he was gone,
  And none was left to love in all the world.
  • Bk. I, l. 210-214.