The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.
Algernon Charles SwinburneI dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.
Algernon Charles SwinburneLife is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.
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