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Kneel down fair Love and fill thyself with tears	A
Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth	B
Upon the sides of mirth	B
Cover thy lips and eyelids let thine ears	C
Be filled with rumour of people sorrowing	D
Make thee soft raiment out of woven sighs	E
Upon the flesh to cleave	F
Set pains therein and many a grievous thing	D
And many sorrows after each his wise	E
For armlet and for gorget and for sleeve	F
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O Love's lute heard about the lands of death	G
Left hanged upon the trees that were therein	H
O Love and Time and Sin	H
Three singing mouths that mourn now underbreath	G
Three lovers each one evil spoken of	I
O smitten lips wherethrough this voice of mine	J
Came softer with her praise	K
Abide a little for our lady's love	I
The kisses of her mouth were more than wine	J
And more than peace the passage of her days	K
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O Love thou knowest if she were good to see	L
O Time thou shalt not find in any land	M
Till cast out of thine hand	M
The sunlight and the moonlight fail from thee	L
Another woman fashioned like as this	N
O Sin thou knowest that all thy shame in her	O
Was made a goodly thing	D
Yea she caught Shame and shamed him with her kiss	N
With her fair kiss and lips much lovelier	O
Than lips of amorous roses in late spring	D
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By night there stood over against my bed	P
Queen Venus with a hood striped gold and black	D
Both sides drawn fully back	D
From brows wherein the sad blood failed of red	P
And temples drained of purple and full of death	G
Her curled hair had the wave of sea water	O
And the sea's gold in it	Q
Her eyes were as a dove's that sickeneth	G
Strewn dust of gold she had shed over her	O
And pearl and purple and amber on her feet	R
	-
Upon her raiment of dyed sendaline	J
Were painted all the secret ways of love	I
And covered things thereof	I
That hold delight as grape flowers hold their wine	J
Red mouths of maidens and red feet of doves	S
And brides that kept within the bride chamber	O
Their garment of soft shame	T
And weeping faces of the wearied loves	S
That swoon in sleep and awake wearier	O
With heat of lips and hair shed out like flame	T
	-
The tears that through her eyelids fell on me	L
Made mine own bitter where they ran between	J
As blood had fallen therein	J
She saying Arise lift up thine eyes and see	L
If any glad thing be or any good	U
Now the best thing is taken forth of us	V
Even she to whom all praise	K
Was as one flower in a great multitude	W
One glorious flower of many and glorious	V
One day found gracious among many days	K
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Even she whose handmaiden was Love to whom	X
At kissing times across her stateliest bed	P
Kings bowed themselves and shed	P
Pale wine and honey with the honeycomb	Y
And spikenard bruised for a burnt offering	D
Even she between whose lips the kiss became	T
As fire and frankincense	Z
Whose hair was as gold raiment on a king	D
Whose eyes were as the morning purged with flame	T
Whose eyelids as sweet savour issuing thence	Z
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Then I beheld and lo on the other side	A2
My lady's likeness crowned and robed and dead	P
Sweet still but now not red	P
Was the shut mouth whereby men lived and died	A2
And sweet but emptied of the blood's blue shade	B2
The great curled eyelids that withheld her eyes	E
And sweet but like spoilt gold	C2
The weight of colour in her tresses weighed	B2
And sweet but as a vesture with new dyes	E
The body that was clothed with love of old	C2
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Ah that my tears filled all her woven hair	O
And all the hollow bosom of her gown	J
Ah that my tears ran down	J
Even to the place where many kisses were	O
Even where her parted breast flowers have place	D2
Even where they are cloven apart who knows not this	N
Ah the flowers cleave apart	E2
And their sweet fills the tender interspace	N
Ah the leaves grown thereof were things to kiss	N
Ere their fine gold was tarnished at the heart	E2
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Ah in the days when God did good to me	L
Each part about her was a righteous thing	D
Her mouth an almsgiving	D
The glory of her garments charity	L
The beauty of her bosom a good deed	F2
In the good days when God kept sight of us	N
Love lay upon her eyes	N
And on that hair whereof the world takes heed	F2
And all her body was more virtuous	N
Than souls of women fashioned otherwise	N
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Now ballad gather poppies in thine hands	N
And sheaves of brier and many rusted sheaves	N
Rain rotten in rank lands	N
Waste marigold and late unhappy leaves	N
And grass that fades ere any of it be mown	J
And when thy bosom is filled full thereof	I
Seek out Death's face ere the light altereth	G
And say My master that was thrall to Love	I
Is become thrall to Death	G
Bow down before him ballad sigh and groan	J
But make no sojourn in thy outgoing	D
For haply it may be	L
That when thy feet return at evening	D
Death shall come in with thee	L

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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