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Algernon Charles Swinburne

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IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE	A
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Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel	B
Brother on this that was the veil of thee	C
Or quiet sea flower moulded by the sea	C
Or simplest growth of meadow sweet or sorrel	B
Such as the summer sleepy Dryads weave	D
Waked up by snow soft sudden rains at eve	D
Or wilt thou rather as on earth before	A
Half faded fiery blossoms pale with heat	E
And full of bitter summer but more sweet	E
To thee than gleanings of a northern shore	A
Trod by no tropic feet	E
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For always thee the fervid languid glories	F
Allured of heavier suns in mightier skies	G
Thine ears knew all the wandering watery sighs	G
Where the sea sobs round Lesbian promontories	G
The barren kiss of piteous wave to wave	H
That knows not where is that Leucadian grave	H
Which hides too deep the supreme head of song	I
Ah salt and sterile as her kisses were	A
The wild sea winds her and the green gulfs bear	A
Hither and thither and vex and work her wrong	I
Blind gods that cannot spare	A
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Thou sawest in thine old singing season brother	A
Secrets and sorrows unbeheld of us	G
Fierce loves and lovely leaf buds poisonous	G
Bare to thy subtler eye but for none other	A
Blowing by night in some unbreathed in clime	J
The hidden harvest of luxurious time	J
Sin without shape and pleasure without speech	K
And where strange dreams in a tumultuous sleep	L
Make the shut eyes of stricken spirits weep	L
And with each face thou sawest the shadow on each	K
Seeing as men sow men reap	L
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O sleepless heart and sombre soul unsleeping	I
That were athirst for sleep and no more life	M
And no more love for peace and no more strife	M
Now the dim gods of death have in their keeping	I
Spirit and body and all the springs of song	I
Is it well now where love can do no wrong	I
Where stingless pleasure has no foam or fang	I
Behind the unopening closure of her lips	G
Is it not well where soul from body slips	G
And flesh from bone divides without a pang	I
As dew from flower bell drips	G
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It is enough the end and the beginning	I
Are one thing to thee who art past the end	N
O hand unclasp'd of unbeholden friend	N
For thee no fruits to pluck no palms for winning	I
No triumph and no labour and no lust	O
Only dead yew leaves and a little dust	O
O quiet eyes wherein the light saith naught	P
Whereto the day is dumb nor any night	Q
With obscure finger silences your sight	Q
Nor in your speech the sudden soul speaks thought	P
Sleep and have sleep for light	Q
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Now all strange hours and all strange loves are over	A
Dreams and desires and sombre songs and sweet	E
Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet	E
Of some pale Titan woman like a lover	A
Such as thy vision here solicited	R
Under the shadow of her fair vast head	S
The deep division of prodigious breasts	G
The solemn slope of mighty limbs asleep	L
The weight of awful tresses that still keep	L
The savour and shade of old world pine forests	G
Where the wet hill winds weep	L
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Hast thou found any likeness for thy vision	T
O gardener of strange flowers what bud what bloom	J
Hast thou found sown what gather'd in the gloom	J
What of despair of rapture of derision	T
What of life is there what of ill or good	U
Are the fruits gray like dust or bright like blood	V
Does the dim ground grow any seed of ours	G
The faint fields quicken any terrene root	W
In low lands where the sun and moon are mute	W
And all the stars keep silence Are there flowers	G
At all or any fruit	W
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Alas but though my flying song flies after	A
O sweet strange elder singer thy more fleet	E
Singing and footprints of thy fleeter feet	E
Some dim derision of mysterious laughter	A
From the blind tongueless warders of the dead	S
Some gainless glimpse of Proserpine's veil'd head	S
Some little sound of unregarded tears	G
Wept by effaced unprofitable eyes	G
And from pale mouths some cadence of dead sighs	G
These only these the hearkening spirit hears	G
Sees only such things rise	G
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Thou art far too far for wings of words to follow	X
Far too far off for thought or any prayer	A
What ails us with thee who art wind and air	A
What ails us gazing where all seen is hollow	X
Yet with some fancy yet with some desire	A
Dreams pursue death as winds a flying fire	A
Our dreams pursue our dead and do not find	Y
Still and more swift than they the thin flame flies	G
The low light fails us in elusive skies	G
Still the foil'd earnest ear is deaf and blind	Y
Are still the eluded eyes	G
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Not thee O never thee in all time's changes	G
Not thee but this the sound of thy sad soul	Z
The shadow of thy swift spirit this shut scroll	Z
I lay my hand on and not death estranges	G
My spirit from communion of thy song	I
These memories and these melodies that throng	I
Veil'd porches of a Muse funereal	Z
These I salute these touch these clasp and fold	A2
As though a hand were in my hand to hold	A2
Or through mine ears a mourning musical	Z
Of many mourners roll'd	A2
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I among these I also in such station	T
As when the pyre was charr'd and piled the sods	G
And offering to the dead made and their gods	G
The old mourners had standing to make libation	T
I stand and to the Gods and to the dead	S
Do reverence without prayer or praise and shed	S
Offering to these unknown the gods of gloom	J
And what of honey and spice my seed lands bear	A
And what I may of fruits in this chill'd air	A
And lay Orestes like across the tomb	J
A curl of sever'd hair	A
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But by no hand nor any treason stricken	T
Not like the low lying head of Him the King	I
The flame that made of Troy a ruinous thing	I
Thou liest and on this dust no tears could quicken	T
There fall no tears like theirs that all men hear	A
Fall tear by sweet imperishable tear	A
Down the opening leaves of holy poets' pages	G
Thee not Orestes not Electra mourns	G
But bending us ward with memorial urns	G
The most high Muses that fulfil all ages	G
Weep and our God's heart yearns	G
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For sparing of his sacred strength not often	T
Among us darkling here the lord of light	Q
Makes manifest his music and his might	Q
In hearts that open and in lips that soften	T
With the soft flame and heat of songs that shine	T
Thy lips indeed he touch'd with bitter wine	T
And nourish'd them indeed with bitter bread	S
Yet surely from his hand thy soul's food came	J
The fire that scarr'd thy spirit at his flame	J
Was lighted and thine hungering heart he fed	S
Who feeds our hearts with fame	J
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Therefore he too now at thy soul's sunsetting	I
God of all suns and songs he too bends down	T
To mix his laurel with thy cypress crown	T
And save thy dust from blame and from forgetting	I
Therefore he too seeing all thou wert and art	B2
Compassionate with sad and sacred heart	B2
Mourns thee of many his children the last dead	S
And hollows with strange tears and alien sighs	G
Thine unmelodious mouth and sunless eyes	G
And over thine irrevocable head	S
Sheds light from the under skies	G
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And one weeps with him in the ways Lethean	T
And stains with tears her changing bosom chill	Z
That obscure Venus of the hollow hill	Z
That thing transform'd which was the Cytherean	T
With lips that lost their Grecian laugh divine	T
Long since and face no more call'd Erycine	T
A ghost a bitter and luxurious god	C2
Thee also with fair flesh and singing spell	Z
Did she a sad and second prey compel	Z
Into the footless places once more trod	C2
And shadows hot from hell	Z
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And now no sacred staff shall break in blossom	J
No choral salutation lure to light	Q
A spirit sick with perfume and sweet night	Q
And love's tired eyes and hands and barren bosom	J
There is no help for these things none to mend	N
And none to mar not all our songs O friend	N
Will make death clear or make life durable	Z
Howbeit with rose and ivy and wild vine	T
And with wild notes about this dust of thine	T
At least I fill the place where white dreams dwell	Z
And wreathe an unseen shrine	T
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Sleep and if life was bitter to thee pardon	T
If sweet give thanks thou hast no more to live	D2
And to give thanks is good and to forgive	E2
Out of the mystic and the mournful garden	T
Where all day through thine hands in barren braid	F2
Wove the sick flowers of secrecy and shade	F2
Green buds of sorrow and sin and remnants gray	A
Sweet smelling pale with poison sanguine hearted	V
Passions that sprang from sleep and thoughts that started	V
Shall death not bring us all as thee one day	A
Among the days departed	V
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For thee O now a silent soul my brother	A
Take at my hands this garland and farewell	Z
Thin is the leaf and chill the wintry smell	Z
And chill the solemn earth a fatal mother	A
With sadder than the Niobean womb	J
And in the hollow of her breasts a tomb	J
Content thee howsoe'er whose days are done	T
There lies not any troublous thing before	A
Nor sight nor sound to war against thee more	A
For whom all winds are quiet as the sun	T
All waters as the shore	A