Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Algernon Charles SwinburneFor winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Algernon Charles Swinburne