It's a pleasure to see all the secret Swinburne lovers coming out of the closet. My own confession is that when I was in college and suffering from a major case of unrequited love, I memorized large swaths of "The Triumph of Time" and still recite with pleasure the verse beginning
There lived a singer in France of old
By the tideless, dolorous midland sea.
In a land of sand and ruin and gold
There shone one woman and none but she.
I'd like to see someone offer a prize for the best poem beginning with those 4 lines.
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