Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Sorrow - Poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne

SORROW, on wing through the world for ever,
Here and there for awhile would borrow
Rest, if rest might haply deliver

One thought lies close in her heart gnawn thorough
With pain, a weed in a dried-up river,
A rust-red share in an empty furrow.

Hearts that strain at her chain would sever
The link where yesterday frets to-morrow:
All things pass in the world, but never

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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