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Writing on the wall

Someone scrawled a quote here.
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What does that say?
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Algernon Charles Swinburne
From the poem "The Garden of Prosperine"
I live a blockaway from this place and now i am scared out of my mind
A very beautiful quote to see in a place like this.
God Bless Mr Swinburne
After reading this, I get the sinking feeling it was/is a suicide note?
Suicide notes look a lot different, generally speaking. Someone just quoted a beautiful poem written at the turn of the last century by Mr. Swinburne. It's a fairly well-known poem.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful quote! I really, really love this quote...wow...
I think they should keep and make it a FREE museam The qoute is very beAutiful
That's a good bit more impressive than even the most elaborate of "tags". If the world has to tolerate vandalism at all, let's have literate vandals!
I've seen this same quote written on the wall in another psych hospital, I can't remember which though, I think it was in PA... kind of strange.
Literate vandals??? Is that POSSIBLE?!?!
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Hey guys! I am the one who wrote this poem on the wall of a first-story room in the front of Building 7 a few years ago. I have been exploring the Kings Park Psychiatric Center since I was 10 years ols in August of 1996. The campus itself had not closed until the following November. I must say that I am qualified to be considered an historian of this wonderful abandoned place, and can answer any questions you might have about it. Funny, I wrote this stanza on the wall in hopes that I would hear about it later, and it seems to have worked. Yes, it is written on another hospital wall elsewhere. I DO NOT condone the vandalism of this beautiful derelict campus. However, even Napoleon left his "tag" on the pyramids, and now that, too, is history. Long live the KPPC! -Brendyn Smyth
Hey! my uncle had to go here after he held like 6 ppl hostage in a breakdown type thing, He said it was scary as hell when he was there, Sadly he killed himself, he was a photographer, you would of liked him...
yeah, im not too far from here either.. im actually doing a college power point project that i have to present out loud, on abondoned asylums, these have to be the freakiest asylums to live so close to. ahh! pilgrim state woah! why do they have to be in NY haha! good job with the photographing motts, this is also what im majoring in aside form interior design..
I was in building 7 on 2/10/06 and we went to basically the roof. At the top of virtually the last staircase there are 2 holes. Upon entering the holes one is greeted with an amazing sight of KP. Problem is, motion detectors are easily set off and now one is stuck with 10 floors to descend before SCPD arrival.
i actually looked up this poem and it describes, what i would imagine, living in a place like this is like...its a beautiful poem though scary at the same time...much like these pictures
Hey I have traveled inside of Building 7 many times, and that quote has always sent chills through my spine. It puts me at ease now that I know someone placed it there, but the quote still intrigues me!
Great poem- beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with everyone!
I live walkin distance and this place is wack but yea the prob is the security is very tight
Huh... I saw the exact same line written on a wall in Northampton State Hospital.
yea thats creepy, ^ alex J
I wish I found this site earlier...it's awesome. The poem has this eery and yet awe-inspiring feeling do it...I'm so curious about it and I'm going to look it up now. I'm also so curious about the person who "tagged " this poem on the walls. Where did you find it? What inspired you to make it your tag? I've been very interested in KPPC for 6 years now, and I am looking forward to learning more about it.
this was found in building 7?, what part of the building?
this is so shady
thats a really awesome quote who lives a block away from that place well your lucky id want to go in there
i know in one of the day rooms i dont know if its in the building but it has a huge picture of the world trade center on it and some asshole drew i plan crashing into it while the outher tower had liek fames drawn on it with a sitch figre jumped off the tower people always wright random things on the wall i saw one pic were someone wrote no tv and no bear make homer something something
Algernon Charles Swinburne was an English poet (1837 - 1909). I think this is a quote of him, and not an original from the person who wrote that there.
oh the loons
It was byberry! On another site, I was looking at Byberry pictures and this same quote was on a wall in Byberry! How strange! Motts said it was in the Philly State Hospital (Byberry)
I've loved this poem since I was a teenager. The last stanza always hits me in the heart:

Then star nor sun shall waken,
Nor any change of light:
Nor sound of waters shaken,
Nor any sound or sight:
Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
Nor days nor things diurnal;
Only the sleep eternal
In an eternal night.

- Absolutely beautiful words.
Love it.
Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest-time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.

Here life has death for neighbour,
And far from eye or ear
Wan waves and wet winds labour,
Weak ships and spirits steer;
They drive adrift, and whither
They wot not who make thither;
But no such winds blow hither,
And no such things grow here.

No growth of moor or coppice,
No heather-flower or vine,
But bloomless buds of poppies,
Green grapes of Proserpine,
Pale beds of blowing rushes
Where no leaf blooms or blushes
Save this whereout she crushes
For dead men deadly wine.

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