A DEDICATION TO ALL LOVERS br OF POETRY AND RHYME! br Dear readers and writer of PH, today I present you br stanzas two and five, - br An extract from - “The Garden of Prosperine”! br As my humble tribute to this great classical English br poet - Algeron Charles Swinburne (1837-1909): br And also as a dedication to all lovers of poetry & br rhyme! br br THE GARDEN OF PROSPERINE br Para II: br “I am tired of tears and laughter, br And men that laugh and weep; br Of what may come hereafter br For men that sow and reap. br I am weary of days and hours, br Blown buds of barren flowers, br Desires and dreams and powers br And everything but sleep. br Para V: br Pale, without name or number, br In fruitless fields of corn, br The bow themselves and slumber br All night till light is born; br And like a soul belated, br In hell and heaven unmated, br By cloud and mist abated br Comes out of darkness morn! br ……………………………… br From too much love of living, br From hope and fear set free, br We thank with brief thanksgiving br Whatever gods may be. br That no life lives forever, br That dead men rise up never, br That even the weariest river br Winds somewhere safe to sea.” br - Swinburne. br br AC Swinburne (1837-1909) , an English poet whose mastery of br vocabulary, rhyme and meter is impressive.