Strong as death, and cruel as the grave, <br />Clothed with cloud and tempest's blackening breath, <br />Known of death's dread self, whom none outbrave, <br /> Strong as death, <br /> <br />Love, brow-bound with anguish for a wreath, <br />Fierce with pain, a tyrant-hearted slave, <br />Burns above a world that groans beneath. <br /> <br />Hath not pity power on thee to save, <br />Love? hath power no pity? Nought he saith, <br />Answering: blind he walks as wind or wave, <br /> Strong as death.<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aperotos-eros/
