Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Swan Song - Poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne

We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die tomorrow;
Time stoops to no man’s lure;
And love grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.

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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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