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I love reading Swinburne, some of his works really speak to me and I can read them again and again.
No poet writes more exquisitely of love than dear Swinburne. I will always hold him close to my heart. He was devoted to his Queen.
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons are;The light we walk in darkens sun and moon and star. It doth not flame and wane With years and spheres that roll, Storm cannot shake nor stain