Algernon Charles Swinburne Quote

Time found our tired love sleeping,
And kissed away his breath;
But what should we do weeping,
Though light love sleep to death?
We have drained his lips at leisure,
Till there's not left to drain
A single sob of pleasure,
A single pulse of pain.

"Rococo", lines 17-24. - Poems and Ballads (1866-89)