Algernon Charles Swinburne,
Locrine: A Tragedy
“ My heart would mock me.CAMBER.Such a spirit as mine Being spiritless—my words heartless—mine acts Faint shadows of Locrine’s or Albanact’s?GUENDOLEN.Nay—not so much—I said not so. Say thou What thou wouldst have—if aught thou wouldst—with me.CAMBER.No man might see thine eyes and lips and brow Who would not—what he durst not crave of thee.GUENDOLEN.Ay, verily? And thy spirit exalts thee now So high that these thy words fly forth so free, And fain thine act would follow—flying above Shame’s reach and fear’s? What gift may this be? Love? ”
