Persephoneia

Entry for the "Garden of Proserpine" contest organized by &

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The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Charles Swinburne

We are not sure of sorrow
And joy was never sure
To-day will die to-morrow
Time stoops to no man's lure
And love, grown faint and fretful
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.

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

Then star nor sun shall waken
Nor any change of light
Nor sound of waters shaken
Nor any sound or sight
Nor wintry leaves nor vernal
Nor days nor things diurnal
Only the sleep eternal
In an eternal night.

Credits:-
Jester's Face by Annika Von Holdt
Background by H-D Stock [link]
Star Ornaments by [link]