Aesthete, alcoholic and masochist Swinburne was one of the most acclaimed poets of his age even while the morality of his life was condemned.
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather,
Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pleasure or grey grief;
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf …