Report, if you have a problem with this page“ For the crown of our life as it closesIs darkness, the fruit there of dust;No thorns go as deep as the rose's,And love is more cruel than lust.Time turns the old days to derision,Our loves into corpses or wives;And marriage and death and divisionMake barren our lives. ”
Algernon Charles Swinburne
From : Dolores: Notre-Dame Des Sept Douleurs
