Emo Poetry

Dolores

Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges;

Thou art fed with perpetual breath,

And alive after infinite changes,

And fresh from kisses of death;

Of langoirs rekindled and rallied,

Of barren delights and unclean,

Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallid

And poisonous queen.

—Algernon Charles Swinburne, ”Dolores”