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The burden of fair women Vain delight	A
And love self slain in some sweet shameful way	B
And sorrowful old age that comes by night	A
As a thief comes that has no heart by day	B
And change that finds fair cheeks and leaves them grey	B
And weariness that keeps awake for hire	C
And grief that says what pleasure used to say	B
This is the end of every man's desire	C
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The burden of bought kisses This is sore	D
A burden without fruit in childbearing	E
Between the nightfall and the dawn threescore	D
Threescore between the dawn and evening	E
The shuddering in thy lips the shuddering	E
In thy sad eyelids tremulous like fire	D
Makes love seem shameful and a wretched thing	E
This is the end of every man's desire	D
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The burden of sweet speeches Nay kneel down	F
Cover thy head and weep for verily	G
These market men that buy thy white and brown	F
In the last days shall take no thought for thee	H
In the last days like earth thy face shall be	H
Yea like sea marsh made thick with brine and mire	D
Sad with sick leavings of the sterile sea	H
This is the end of every man's desire	D
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The burden of long living Thou shalt fear	D
Waking and sleeping mourn upon thy bed	I
And say at night Would God the day were here	D
And say at dawn Would God the day were dead	I
With weary days thou shalt be clothed and fed	I
And wear remorse of heart for thine attire	D
Pain for thy girdle and sorrow upon thine head	I
This is the end of every man's desire	D
	-
The burden of bright colours Thou shalt see	H
Gold tarnished and the grey above the green	J
And as the thing thou seest thy face shall be	H
And no more as the thing beforetime seen	J
And thou shalt say of mercy It hath been	K
And living watch the old lips and loves expire	D
And talking tears shall take thy breath between	J
This is the end of every man's desire	D
	-
The burden of sad sayings In that day	B
Thou shalt tell all thy days and hours and tell	G
Thy times and ways and words of love and say	B
How one was dear and one desirable	G
And sweet was life to hear and sweet to smell	G
But now with lights reverse the old hours retire	D
And the last hour is shod with fire from hell	G
This is the end of every man's desire	D
	-
The burden of four seasons Rain in spring	E
White rain and wind among the tender trees	L
A summer of green sorrows gathering	E
Rank autumn in a mist of miseries	L
With sad face set towards the year that sees	L
The charred ash drop out of the dropping pyre	D
And winter wan with many maladies	L
This is the end of every man's desire	D
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The burden of dead faces Out of sight	A
And out of love beyond the reach of hands	M
Changed in the changing of the dark and light	A
They walk and weep about the barren lands	M
Where no seed is nor any garner stands	M
Where in short breaths the doubtful days respire	D
And time's turned glass lets through the sighing sands	M
This is the end of every man's desire	D
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The burden of much gladness Life and lust	N
Forsake thee and the face of thy delight	A
And underfoot the heavy hour strews dust	N
And overhead strange weathers burn and bite	A
And where the red was lo the bloodless white	A
And where the truth was the likeness of a liar	D
And where the day was the likeness of the night	A
This is the end of every man's desire	D
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L'ENVOY	O
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Princes and ye whom pleasure quickeneth	H
Heed well this rhyme before your pleasure tire	D
For life is sweet but after life is death	H
This is the end of every man's desire	D

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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