Photographed from a cell wall in the lockup ward at a State Hospital. Stanza From “The Garden of Proserpine”
From too much love of living,From hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no man lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to sea.
Algernon Charles Swinburne

Photographed from a cell wall in the lockup ward at a State Hospital. Stanza From “The Garden of Proserpine”

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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