Algernon Charles Swinburne Quote
She hath wasted with fire thine high places,
She hath hidden and marred and made sad
The fair limbs of the Loves, the fair faces
Of gods that were goodly and glad.
She slays, and her hands are not bloody;
She moves as a moon in the wane,
White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy,
Our Lady of Pain.
"Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs)", line 353. - Poems and Ballads (1866-89)