Roundel

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Title:     Roundel
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne [More Titles by Swinburne]

FROM THE FRENCH OF VILLON

Death, I would plead against thy wrong,
Who hast reft me of my love, my wife,
And art not satiate yet with strife,
But needs wilt hold me lingering long.
No strength since then has kept me strong:
But what could hurt thee in her life,
Death?

Twain we were, and our hearts one song,
One heart: if that be dead, thy knife
Hath cut me off alive from life,
Dead as the carver's figured throng,
Death!

[The end]
Algernon Charles Swinburne's poem: Roundel

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