Religion
VIII
From The Heptalogia
Religion
Oh, no doubt they had said so, your friends--been profuse
Of good counsel, wise hints--"where the trap lurks, walk warily--
Squeeze the fruit to the core ere you count on the juice!
For the graft may fail, shift, wax, change colour, wane, vary, lie--"
You were cautious, God knows--to what use?
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Swinburne, Algernon Charles. “VIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/swinburne/42/.
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Swinburne, Algernon Charles. “VIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/swinburne/42/.
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