It is enough; the end and the beginning
Are one thing to thee, who art past the end.
O hand unclasped of unbeholden friend,
For thee no fruits to pluck, no palms for winning,
No triumph and no labour and no lust,
Only dead yew-leaves and a little dust.
O quiet eyes wherein the light saith nought,
Whereto the day is dumb, nor any night
With obscure finger silences your sight,
Nor in your speech the sudden soul speaks thought,
Sleep, and have sleep for light.
Ave Atque Vale: 05
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Poem topics: friend, lust, night, soul, speech, finger, triumph, dust, labour, quiet, thought, Valentine's Day, light, sleep, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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