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But now life's face beholden Seemed bright as heaven's bare
With hope of gifts withholden But now. From time's full-flowering
Each bud spake bloom to embolden Love's heart, and seal his vow.
Joy's eyes grew deep with olden Dreams, born he wist not how;
Thought's meanest garb was golden; But now!
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne (5 April 1837 – 10 April 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels and col
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