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In a vision Liberty stood	A
By the childless charm stricken bed	B
Where barren of glory and good	A
Knowing nought if she would not or would	A
England slept with her dead	B
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Her face that the foam had whitened	B
Her hands that were strong to strive	C
Her eyes whence battle had lightened	B
Over all was a drawn shroud tightened	B
To bind her asleep and alive	C
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She turned and laughed in her dream	D
With grey lips arid and cold	B
She saw not the face as a beam	D
Burn on her but only a gleam	D
Through her sleep as of new stamped gold	B
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But the goddess with terrible tears	E
In the light of her down drawn eyes	F
Spake fire in the dull sealed ears	G
Thou sick with slumbers and fears	G
Wilt thou sleep now indeed or arise	F
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With dreams and with words and with light	B
Memories and empty desires	H
Thou hast wrapped thyself round all night	B
Thou hast shut up thine heart from the right	B
And warmed thee at burnt out fires	H
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Yet once if I smote at thy gate	B
Thy sons would sleep not but heard	B
O thou that wast found so great	B
Art thou smitten with folly or fate	B
That thy sons have forgotten my word	B
	-
O Cromwell's mother O breast	B
That suckled Milton thy name	I
That was beautiful then that was blest	B
Is it wholly discrowned and deprest	B
Trodden under by sloth into shame	I
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Why wilt thou hate me and die	B
For none can hate me and live	C
What ill have I done to thee why	B
Wilt thou turn from me fighting and fly	B
Who would follow thy feet and forgive	J
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Thou hast seen me stricken and said	B
What is it to me I am strong	K
Thou hast seen me bowed down on my dead	B
And laughed and lifted thine head	B
And washed thine hands of my wrong	K
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Thou hast put out the soul of thy sight	B
Thou hast sought to my foemen as friend	B
To my traitors that kiss me and smite	B
To the kingdoms and empires of night	B
That begin with the darkness and end	B
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Turn thee awaken arise	F
With the light that is risen on the lands	L
With the change of the fresh coloured skies	F
Set thine eyes on mine eyes	F
Lay thy hands in my hands	L
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She moved and mourned as she heard	B
Sighed and shifted her place	M
As the wells of her slumber were stirred	B
By the music and wind of the word	B
Then turned and covered her face	M
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Ah she said in her sleep	N
Is my work not done with and done	O
Is there corn for my sickle to reap	N
And strange is the pathway and steep	N
And sharp overhead is the sun	O
	-
I have done thee service enough	P
Loved thee enough in my day	B
Now nor hatred nor love	Q
Nor hardly remembrance thereof	Q
Lives in me to lighten my way	B
	-
And is it not well with us here	R
Is change as good as is rest	B
What hope should move me or fear	S
That eye should open or ear	R
Who have long since won what is best	B
	-
Where among us are such things	T
As turn men's hearts into hell	U
Have we not queens without stings	T
Scotched princes and fangless kings	T
Yea she said we are well	U
	-
We have filed the teeth of the snake	V
Monarchy how should it bite	B
Should the slippery slow thing wake	V
It will not sting for my sake	V
Yea she said I do right	B
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So spake she drunken with dreams	W
Mad but again in her ears	G
A voice as of storm swelled streams	W
Spake No brave shame then redeems	W
Thy lusts of sloth and thy fears	G
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Thy poor lie slain of thine hands	L
Their starved limbs rot in thy sight	B
As a shadow the ghost of thee stands	L
Among men living and lands	L
And stirs not leftward or right	B
	-
Freeman he is not but slave	X
Who stands not out on my side	B
His own hand hollows his grave	X
Nor strength is in me to save	X
Where strength is none to abide	B
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Time shall tread on his name	I
That was written for honour of old	B
Who hath taken in change for fame	I
Dust and silver and shame	I
Ashes and iron and gold	B

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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