And filled death's lips with fiery words and sighs,
And, half asleep, let feed from veins of his
Her close, red, warm snake's-mouth, Egyptian-wise:
And that great night of love more strange than this,
When she that made the whole world's bale and bliss
Made king of the whole world's desire a slave
And killed him in mid-kingdom with a kiss.
SWINBURNE.
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.—Franklin.
"I slept and dreamed that life is beauty"
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