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A life more bright than the sun's face bowed	A
Through stress of season and coil of cloud	A
Sets and the sorrow that casts out fear	B
Scarce deems him dead in his chill still shroud	A
Dead on the breast of the dying year	B
Poet and painter and friend thrice dear	B
For love of the suns long set for love	C
Of song that sets not with sunset here	D
For love of the fervent heart above	C
Their sense who saw not the swift light move	E
That filled with sense of the loud sun's lyre	F
The thoughts that passion was fain to prove	E
In fervent labour of high desire	G
And faith that leapt from its own quenched pyre	G
Alive and strong as the sun and caught	H
From darkness light and from twilight fire	G
Passion deep as the depths unsought	H
Whence faith's own hope may redeem us nought	H
Filled full with ardour of pain sublime	I
His mourning song and his mounting thought	H
Elate with sense of a sterner time	I
His hand's flight clomb as a bird's might climb	I
Calvary dark in the darkling air	J
That shrank for fear of the crowning crime	I
Three crosses rose on the hillside bare	J
Shown scarce by grace of the lightning's glare	J
That clove the veil of the temple through	K
And smote the priests on the threshold there	J
The soul that saw it the hand that drew	K
Whence light as thought's or as faith's glance flew	K
And stung to life the sepulchral past	H
And bade the stars of it burn anew	K
Held no less than the dead world fast	H
The light live shadows about them cast	H
The likeness living of dawn and night	H
The days that pass and the dreams that last	H
Thought clothed round with sorrow as light	H
Dark as a cloud that the moon turns bright	H
Moved as a wind on the striving sea	L
That yearns and quickens and flags in flight	H
Through forms of colour and song that he	L
Who fain would have set its wide wings free	L
Cast round it clothing or chaining hope	M
With lights that last not and shades that flee	L
Scarce in song could his soul find scope	M
Scarce the strength of his hand might ope	M
Art's inmost gate of her sovereign shrine	N
To cope with heaven as a man may cope	M
But high as the hope of a man may shine	N
The faith the fervour the life divine	N
That thrills our life and transfigures rose	O
And shone resurgent a sunbright sign	N
Through shapes whereunder the strong soul glows	O
And fills them full as a sunlit rose	O
With sense and fervour of life whose light	H
The fool's eye knows not the man's eye knows	O
None that can read or divine aright	H
The scriptures writ of the soul may slight	H
The strife of a strenuous soul to show	P
More than the craft of the hand may write	H
None may slight it and none may know	P
How high the flames that aspire and glow	P
From heart and spirit and soul may climb	I
And triumph higher than the souls lie low	P
Whose hearing hears not the livelong rhyme	I
Whose eyesight sees not the light sublime	I
That shines that sounds that ascends and lives	Q
Unquenched of change unobscured of time	I
A long life's length as a man's life gives	Q
Space for the spirit that soars and strives	R
To strive and soar has the soul shone through	K
That heeds not whither the world's wind drives	R
Now that the days and the ways it knew	K
Are strange are dead as the dawn's grey dew	K
At high midnoon of the mounting day	H
That mocks the might of the dawn it slew	K
Yet haply may not and haply may	H
No sense abide of the dead sun's ray	H
Wherein the soul that outsoars us now	S
Rejoiced with ours in its radiant sway	H
Hope may hover and doubt may bow	S
Dreaming Haply they dream not how	S
Not life but death may indeed be dead	H
When silence darkens the dead man's brow	S
Hope whose name is remembrance fed	H
With love that lightens from seasons fled	H
Dreams and craves not indeed to know	P
That death and life are as souls that wed	H
But change that falls on the heart like snow	P
Can chill not memory nor hope that show	P
The soul the spirit the heart and head	H
Alive above us who strive below	P

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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