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TO THE BOUND CAPTIVE IN THE LOUVRE: 1, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Yea! All the beauty of sorrow, like a crown
Last Line: Immortals thralled for ever to the dead.
Subject(s): Death; Flowers; Grief; Love - Complaints; Dead, The; Sorrow; Sadness


I.

YEA! all the beauty of sorrow, like a crown,
All sorrow of beauty, like a crown of thorn,
Genius of dreaming things, by thee is borne!
Shall not the brooding languors loading down
The bounden lovely breast, like veils that drown
The faintly-striving limbs, be sloughed and torn?
And shall it soon be waking and red morn,
And plague and fire in delicate Florence town?

O Hylas-beauty, poignant, perilous,
O luring, yearning curves of throat and chin,
Whereby is written Love's desire, Love's dread!
Whose captive art thou? What sarcophagus
Holds thee its victim, and thy darker Twin,
Immortals thralled for ever to the Dead.





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