Quote#Love
For the crown of our life as it closes
Quote byAlgernon Charles Swinburne · 1837–1909
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866), "Dolores", st. 20.
English (original)
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose’s, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
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