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The Garden Of Prosperine

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Here, where the world is quiet,
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest-time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,

And men that laugh and weep;
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Rosé Triumpho Sullivan 20 February 2018

Just recently, last year, I've been introduced to Swinburne. A meeting long overdue, for I've had him on my list of Must Read a long, long time. Thanks to Earl Zarbin, I am enjoying this amazing poetry.. Thank you, Earl!

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Michal Bonino 22 January 2018

I read this poem repeatedly as a teenager to help me through teenage angst and depression.

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Maeve Hightower 28 April 2016

I love this poem so much

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Marko Duvnjak 03 August 2015

And this is why Swinburne is one of my favourite Poets!

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