Algernon Charles Swinburne on Sorrow
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“What shall be done for sorrow With love whose race is run? Where help is none to borrow, What shall be done?”
“Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken, Time, thy name.”