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18210	Swinburne, Algernon Charles	The Heptalogia			.txt	text/plain	8934	909	98	Leave me and love me; hopes eyed once above me like spring's sprouts Crouched like an imp sly change watch sweet love's shrimps lie, a Time feels his tooth slip on husks wet from Truth's lip, which drops Years blind and deaf use the soul's joys as refuse, heart's peace as Leaves love last year smelt now feel dead love's tears melt--flies As, when the day dies, earth, half afraid, eyes the growth of the moon; Time goes past men, and lives to his liking, All eternities hang round him like an old man's clothes collapsèd, Ah, it's something--you'll think so hereafter--to wait on a poet like me. And--though God knows his poems are not (as all mine are, sir) perfumed For the day creeps in like a Fate: and I think my grand passion is rot: In that poem I made years ago, I said this--"Love, the flower-time	./cache/18210.txt	./txt/18210.txt