From too much love for living
From hope and fear set free
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no LIFE lives forever
That dead men rise up never
THAT EVEN THE WEARIEST RIVER
WINDS SOMEWHAT SEA INTO THE SEA
Las mayúsculas son mías, el poema es de Swinburne, (el título del blog sale de ahí)
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