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Ask nothing more of me sweet All I can give you I give Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Age: 72 †
Born: 1837
Born: April 5
Died: 1909
Died: April 10
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London
England
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In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird.
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But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.
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Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.
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And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.
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