Jan 11, 2010 13:41
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
© 1866 Algernon Charles Swinburne, "The Garden of Proserpine".
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