Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon, If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.
Algernon Charles SwinburneIf you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.
Algernon Charles SwinburneWe are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.
Algernon Charles SwinburneAsk nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
Algernon Charles SwinburneBefore the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
Algernon Charles Swinburne