I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea.Algernon Charles Swinburne1866★ 3.5
PoemI am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep; Of what may come hereafter For men that sow and reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.Algernon Charles Swinburne1866★ 3.5
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