Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
—But who is that on the other side of you?
T. S. Eliot:
"Swinburne mastered his technique, which is a great deal, but he did not master it to the extent of being able to take liberties with it, which is everything."
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