I dare not always touch her, lest the kiss leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, brief bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.
Algernon Charles SwinburneAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 5, 1837
- Died: April 10, 1909
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