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. - Algernon Charles Swinburne 1 Share Now -
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. - Algernon Charles Swinburne 2 Share Now -
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. - Algernon Charles Swinburne 3 Share Now -
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. - Algernon Charles Swinburne 4 Share Now -
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives. - Algernon Charles Swinburne 5 Share Now -
