Quiet Waves



Here life has death for neighbour,
    And far from eye or ear
Wan waves and wet winds labour,
    Weak ships and spirits steer;
They drive adrift, and whither
They wot not who make thither;
But no such winds blow hither,
    And no such things grow here.

-Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909),
The Garden of Proserpine







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