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We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die tomorrow;
Time stoops to no man-s lure;
And love grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.
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.
Swan Song
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Poem topics: fear, hope, joy, life, river, sea, sorrow, time, rise, endure, tomorrow, Valentine's Day, never, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Iggy : I read this in KOTLC series and it's weird because this is the real Swan Song rather than the homemade version Shannon Messenger came up with.
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