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I	A
The clearest eyes in all the world they read	B
With sense more keen and spirit of sight more true	C
Than burns and thrills in sunrise when the dew	C
Flames and absorbs the glory round it shed	B
As they the light of ages quick and dead	B
Closed now forsake us yet the shaft that slew	C
Can slay not one of all the works we knew	C
Nor death discrown that many laurelled head	B
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The works of words whose life seems lightning wrought	D
And moulded of unconquerable thought	D
And quickened with imperishable flame	E
Stand fast and shine and smile assured that nought	D
May fade of all their myriad moulded fame	E
Nor England's memory clasp not Browning's name	E
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II	A
Death what hast thou to do with one for whom	F
Time is not lord but servant What least part	D
Of all the fire that fed his living heart	D
Of all the light more keen that sundawn's bloom	F
That lit and led his spirit strong as doom	F
And bright as hope can aught thy breath may dart	D
Quench Nay thou knowest he knew thee what thou art	D
A shadow born of terror's barren womb	F
That brings not forth save shadows What art thou	G
To dream albeit thou breathe upon his brow	G
That power on him is given thee that thy breath	H
Can make him less than love acclaims him now	G
And hears all time sound back the word it saith	H
What part hast thou then in his glory Death	H
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III	A
A graceless doom it seems that bids us grieve	I
Venice and winter hand in deadly hand	D
Have slain the lover of her sunbright strand	D
And singer of a stormbright Christmas Eve	I
A graceless guerdon we that loved receive	I
For all our love from that the dearest land	D
Love worshipped ever Blithe and soft and bland	D
Too fair for storm to scathe or fire to cleave	I
Shone on our dreams and memories evermore	J
The domes the towers the mountains and the shore	J
That gird or guard thee Venice cold and black	K
Seems now the face we loved as he of yore	J
We have given thee love no stint no stay no lack	K
What gift what gift is this thou hast given us back	K
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IV	I
But he to him who knows what gift is thine	L
Death Hardly may we think or hope when we	M
Pass likewise thither where to night is he	M
Beyond the irremeable outer seas that shine	L
And darken round such dreams as half divine	L
Some sunlit harbour in that starless sea	M
Where gleams no ship to windward or to lee	M
To read with him the secret of thy shrine	L
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There too as here may song delight and love	I
The nightingale the sea bird and the dove	I
Fulfil with joy the splendour of the sky	A
Till all beneath wax bright as all above	I
But none of all that search the heavens and try	A
The sun may match the sovereign eagle's eye	A
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V	M
Among the wondrous ways of men and time	N
He went as one that ever found and sought	D
And bore in hand the lamp like spirit of thought	D
To illume with instance of its fire sublime	N
The dusk of many a cloudlike age and clime	N
No spirit in shape of light and darkness wrought	D
No faith no fear no dream no rapture nought	D
That blooms in wisdom nought that burns in crime	N
No virtue girt and armed and helmed with light	D
No love more lovely than the snows are white	D
No serpent sleeping in some dead soul's tomb	N
No song bird singing from some live soul's height	D
But he might hear interpret or illume	N
With sense invasive as the dawn of doom	N
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VI	A
What secret thing of splendour or of shade	D
Surmised in all those wandering ways wherein	O
Man led of love and life and death and sin	O
Strays climbs or cowers allured absorbed afraid	D
Might not the strong and sunlike sense invade	D
Of that full soul that had for aim to win	O
Light silent over time's dark toil and din	O
Life at whose touch death fades as dead things fade	D
O spirit of man what mystery moves in thee	M
That he might know not of in spirit and see	M
The heart within the heart that seems to strive	I
The life within the life that seems to be	M
And hear through all thy storms that whirl and drive	I
The living sound of all men's souls alive	I
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VII	I
He held no dream worth waking so he said	D
He who stands now on death's triumphal steep	P
Awakened out of life wherein we sleep	P
And dream of what he knows and sees being dead	D
But never death for him was dark or dread	D
Look forth he bade the soul and fear not Weep	P
All ye that trust not in his truth and keep	P
Vain memory's vision of a vanished head	D
As all that lives of all that once was he	M
Save that which lightens from his word but we	M
Who seeing the sunset coloured waters roll	Q
Yet know the sun subdued not of the sea	M
Nor weep nor doubt that still the spirit is whole	Q
And life and death but shadows of the soul	Q

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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