O sleepless heart and sombre soul unsleeping,
That were athirst for sleep and no more life
And no more love, for peace and no more strife!
Now the dim gods of death have in their keeping
Spirit and body and all the springs of song,
Is it well now where love can do no wrong,
Where stingless pleasure has no foam or fang
Behind the unopening closure of her lips?
Is it not well where soul from body slips
And flesh from bone divides without a pang
As dew from flower-bell drips?
Ave Atque Vale: 04
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Poem topics: death, flower, heart, life, peace, sleep, song, pleasure, spirit, wrong, bone, strife, soul, body, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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