English Literature With Rudrika Education

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We thought to reach a
haven, quiet and deep,
But found
the ocean wide, the current strong.
You are the wound
I must forever keep,
The melody where
sorrow learns its song.
To love is not to rest,
but to remain,
In joyful fire,
and in enduring pain.

"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell."


Oscar Wilde