Thursday, February 12, 2009

Algernon Charles Swinburne




For the crown of our life as it closes
Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust;
No thorns go as deep as a rose's,
And love is more cruel than lust.
Time turns the old days to derision,
Our loves into corpses or wives;
And marriage and death and division
Make barren our lives.
(Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs), 153-160)

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