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Over two shadowless waters adrift as a pinnace in peril	A
Hangs as in heavy suspense charged with irresolute light	B
Softly the soul of the sunset upholden awhile on the sterile	A
Waves and wastes of the land half repossessed by the night	B
Inland glimmer the shallows asleep and afar in the breathless	C
Twilight yonder the depths darken afar and asleep	D
Slowly the semblance of death out of heaven descends on the deathless	C
Waters hardly the light lives on the face of the deep	D
Hardly but here for awhile All over the grey soft shallow	E
Hover the colours and clouds of the twilight void of a star	F
As a bird unfledged is the broad winged night whose winglets are callow	E
Yet but soon with their plumes will she cover her brood from afar	F
Cover the brood of her worlds that cumber the skies with their blossom	G
Thick as the darkness of leaf shadowed spring is encumbered with flowers	C
World upon world is enwound in the bountiful girth of her bosom	G
Warm and lustrous with life lovely to look on as ours	C
Still is the sunset adrift as a spirit in doubt that dissembles	C
Still with itself being sick of division and dimmed by dismay	H
Nay not so but with love and delight beyond passion it trembles	C
Fearful and fain of the night lovely with love of the day	H
Fain and fearful of rest that is like unto death and begotten	I
Out of the womb of the tomb born of the seed of the grave	J
Lovely with shadows of loves that are only not wholly forgotten	K
Only not wholly suppressed by the dark as a wreck by the wave	J
Still there linger the loves of the morning and noon in a vision	K
Blindly beheld but in vain ghosts that are tired and would rest	L
But the glories beloved of the night rise all too dense for division	K
Deep in the depth of her breast sheltered as doves in a nest	L
Fainter the beams of the loves of the daylight season enkindled	L
Wane and the memories of hours that were fair with the love of them fade	L
Loftier aloft of the lights of the sunset stricken and dwindled	L
Gather the signs of the love at the heart of the night new made	L
New made night new born of the sunset immeasurable endless	C
Opens the secret of love hid from of old in her heart	L
In the deep sweet heart full charged with faultless love of the friendless	C
Spirits of men that are eased when the wheels of the sun depart	L
Still is the sunset afloat as a ship on the waters upholden	K
Full sailed wide winged poised softly for ever asway	M
Nay not so but at least for a little awhile at the golden	K
Limit of arching air fain for an hour to delay	H
Here on the bar of the sand bank steep yet aslope to the gleaming	N
Waste of the water without waste of the water within	K
Lights overhead and lights underneath seem doubtfully dreaming	N
Whether the day be done whether the night may begin	K
Far and afar and farther again they falter and hover	O
Warm on the water and deep in the sky and pale on the cloud	L
Colder again and slowly remoter afraid to recover	O
Breath yet fain to revive as it seems from the skirt of the shroud	L
Faintly the heartbeats shorten and pause of the light in the westward	L
Heaven as eastward quicken the paces of star upon star	F
Hurried and eager of life as a child that strains to the breast ward	L
Eagerly yearning forth of the deeps where the ways of them are	F
Glad of the glory of the gift of their life and the wealth of its wonder	O
Fain of the night and the sea and the sweet wan face of the earth	P
Over them air grows deeper intense with delight in them under	O
Things are thrilled in their sleep as with sense of a sure new birth	P
But here by the sand bank watching with eyes on the sea line stranger	O
Grows to me also the weight of the sea ridge gazed on of me	Q
Heavily heaped up changefully changeless void though of danger	O
Void not of menace but full of the might of the dense dull sea	Q
Like as the wave is before me behind is the bank deep drifted	L
Yellow and thick as the bank is behind me in front is the wave	J
As the wall of a prison imprisoning the mere is the girth of it lifted	L
But the rampire of water in front is erect as the wall of a grave	J
And the crests of it crumble and topple and change but the wall is not broken	K
Standing still dry shod I see it as higher than my head	L
Moving inland alway again reared up as in token	K
Still of impending wrath still in the foam of it shed	L
And even in the pauses between them dividing the rollers in sunder	O
High overhead seems ever the sea line fixed as a mark	R
And the shore where I stand as a valley beholden of hills whence thunder	O
Cloud and torrent and storm darkening the depths of the dark	R
Up to the sea not upon it or over it upward from under	O
Seems he to gaze whose eyes yearn after it here from the shore	S
A wall of turbid water aslope to the wide sky's wonder	O
Of colour and cloud it climbs or spreads as a slanted floor	S
And the large lights change on the face of the mere like things that were living	N
Winged and wonderful beams like as birds are that pass and are free	Q
But the light is dense as darkness a gift withheld in the giving	N
That lies as dead on the fierce dull face of the landward sea	Q
Stained and stifled and soiled made earthier than earth is and duller	O
Grimly she puts back light as rejected a thing put away	H
No transparent rapture a molten music of colour	O
No translucent love taken and given of the day	H
Fettered and marred and begrimed is the light's live self on her falling	N
As the light of a man's life lighted the fume of a dungeon mars	C
Only she knows of the wind when her wrath gives ear to him calling	N
The delight of the light she knows not nor answers the sun or the stars	C
Love she hath none to return for the luminous love of their giving	N
None to reflect from the bitter and shallow response of her heart	L
Yearly she feeds on her dead yet herself seems dead and not living	N
Or confused as a soul heavy laden with trouble that will not depart	L
In the sound of her speech to the darkness the moan of her evil remorse is	C
Haply for strong ships gnawed by the dog toothed sea bank's fang	T
And trampled to death by the rage of the feet of her foam lipped horses	C
Whose manes are yellow as plague and as ensigns of pestilence hang	T
That wave in the foul faint air of the breath of a death stricken city	Q
So menacing heaves she the manes of her rollers knotted with sand	L
Discoloured opaque suspended in sign as of strength without pity	Q
That shake with flameless thunder the low long length of the strand	L
Here far off in the farther extreme of the shore as it lengthens	C
Northward lonely for miles ere ever a village begin	K
On the lapsing land that recedes as the growth of the strong sea strengthens	C
Shoreward thrusting further and further its outworks in	K
Here in Shakespeare's vision a flower of her kin forsaken	K
Lay in her golden raiment alone on the wild wave's edge	U
Surely by no shore else but here on the bank storm shaken	K
Perdita bright as a dew drop engilt of the sun on the sedge	U
Here on a shore unbeheld of his eyes in a dream he beheld her	O
Outcast fair as a fairy the child of a far off king	N
And over the babe flower gently the head of a pastoral elder	O
Bowed compassionate hoar as the hawthorn blossom in spring	N
And kind as harvest in autumn a shelter of shade on the lonely	Q
Shelterless unknown shore scourged of implacable waves	C
Here where the wind walks royal alone in his kingdom and only	Q
Sounds to the sedges a wail as of triumph that conquers and craves	C
All these waters and wastes are his empire of old and awaken	K
From barren and stagnant slumber at only the sound of his breath	V
Yet the hunger is eased not that aches in his heart nor the goal overtaken	K
That his wide wings yearn for and labour as hearts that yearn after death	V
All the solitude sighs and expects with a blind expectation	K
Somewhat unknown of its own sad heart grown heart sick of strife	W
Till sometime its wild heart maddens and moans and the vast ululation	K
Takes wing with the clouds on the waters and wails to be quit of its life	W
For the spirit and soul of the waste is the wind and his wings with their waving	N
Darken and lighten the darkness and light of it thickened or thinned	L
But the heart that impels them is even as a conqueror's insatiably craving	N
That victory can fill not as power cannot satiate the want of the wind	L
All these moorlands and marshes are full of his might and oppose not	L
Aught of defence nor of barrier of forest or precipice piled	L
But the will of the wind works ever as his that desires what he knows not	L
And the wail of his want unfulfilled is as one making moan for her child	L
And the cry of his triumph is even as the crying of hunger that maddens	C
The heart of a strong man aching in vain as the wind's heart aches	C
And the sadness itself of the land for its infinite solitude saddens	C
More for the sound than the silence athirst for the sound that slakes	C
And the sunset at last and the twilight are dead and the darkness is breathless	C
With fear of the wind's breath rising that seems and seems not to sleep	D
But a sense of the sound of it alway a spirit unsleeping and deathless	C
Ghost or God evermore moves on the face of the deep	D

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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