Place of Souls



  Above the soft sweep of the breathless bay
  Southwestward, far past flight of night and day,
  Lower than the sunken sunset sinks, and higher
Than dawn can freak the front of heaven with fire,
My thought with eyes and wings made wide makes way
To find the place of souls that I desire.

-Algernon Charles Swinburne,
In the Bay, 1878







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