Versos English Algernon Charles Swinburne Xviii

English poem

Xviii

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Love you call it? Some twitch in the moon's face (observe), Wet blink of her eyelid, tear dropt about dewfall, Cheek flushed or obscured--does it make the sky swerve? Fetch the test, work the question to rags, bring to proof all-- Find what souls want and bodies deserve!