[...]
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
[...]
"The Garden of Proserpine"
by A.C. Swinburne
(A chapter ends, another one shall begin, and pretty soon...
Until we meet again, YOU shall always be in my thoughts: John, Mer & Alex)
"In 1879, with Swinburne nearly dead from alcoholism and dissolution,..."
ReplyDeletehttp://www.victorianweb.org/authors/swinburne/acsbio1.html
great actor of this life, like Poe, I like Poe!
I heard in passing by Swinburne, now I know, thx!
you're welcome! :)
ReplyDeleteand by the way, I think Poe is absolutely amazing :)
and thanks for the info on Swinburne!