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Saturday, February 12, 2005
from The Garden of Proserpine
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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 for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
posted by gbarto at 10:37 PM
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