<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341934" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anima Anceps</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TILL death have broken<br>Sweet life’s love-token,<br>Till all be spoken<br>That shall be said,<br>What dost thou praying,<br>O soul, and playing<br>With song and saying,<br>Things flown and fled?<br>For this we know not—<br>That fresh springs flow not<br>And fresh griefs grow not<br>When men are dead;<br>When strange years cover<br>Lover and lover,<br>And joys are over<br>And tears are shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If one day’s sorrow<br>Mar the day’s morrow—<br>If man’s life borrow<br>And man’s death pay—<br>If souls once taken,<br>If lives once shaken,<br>Arise, awaken,<br>By night, by day—<br>Why with strong crying<br>And years of sighing,<br>Living and dying,<br>Fast ye and pray?<br>For all your weeping,<br>Waking and sleeping,<br>Death comes to reaping<br>And takes away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though time rend after<br>Roof-tree from rafter,<br>A little laughter<br>Is much more worth<br>Than thus to measure<br>The hour, the treasure,<br>The pain, the pleasure,<br>The death, the birth;<br>Grief, when days alter,<br>Like joy shall falter;<br>Song-book and psalter,<br>Mourning and mirth.<br>Live like the swallow;<br>Seek not to follow<br>Where earth is hollow<br>Under the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341934" data-title="Anima Anceps de Algernon Charles Swinburne" data-description="TILL death have broken Sweet life’s love-token, Till all be spoken That shall be said, What dost thou praying, O soul, and playing With song and saying, Things flown and fled? For this we know not— That fresh springs flow not And fresh griefs ..."></div> </div> </div>

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