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Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Inside this northern summer's fold	A
The fields are full of naked gold	A
Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves	B
The green veiled air is full of doves	B
Soft leaves that sift the sunbeams let	C
Light on the small warm grasses wet	C
Fall in short broken kisses sweet	D
And break again like waves that beat	D
Round the sun's feet	D
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But I for all this English mirth	E
Of golden shod and dancing days	F
And the old green girt sweet hearted earth	E
Desire what here no spells can raise	F
Far hence with holier heavens above	G
The lovely city of my love	G
Bathes deep in the sun satiate air	H
That flows round no fair thing more fair	H
Her beauty bare	H
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There the utter sky is holier there	H
More pure the intense white height of air	H
More clear men's eyes that mine would meet	D
And the sweet springs of things more sweet	D
There for this one warm note of doves	B
A clamour of a thousand loves	B
Storms the night's ear the day's assails	I
From the tempestuous nightingales	I
And fills and fails	I
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O gracious city well beloved	J
Italian and a maiden crowned	K
Siena my feet are no more moved	L
Toward thy strange shapen mountain bound	K
But my heart in me turns and moves	I
O lady loveliest of my loves	I
Toward thee to lie before thy feet	D
And gaze from thy fair fountain seat	D
Up the sheer street	D
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And the house midway hanging see	I
That saw Saint Catherine bodily	I
Felt on its floors her sweet feet move	M
And the live light of fiery love	G
Burn from her beautiful strange face	I
As in the sanguine sacred place	I
Where in pure hands she took the head	N
Severed and with pure lips still red	N
Kissed the lips dead	N
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For years through sweetest of the saints	I
In quiet without cease she wrought	O
Till cries of men and fierce complaints	I
From outward moved her maiden thought	O
And prayers she heard and sighs toward France	I
God send us back deliverance	I
Send back thy servant lest we die	P
With an exceeding bitter cry	P
They smote the sky	P
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Then in her sacred saving hands	I
She took the sorrows of the lands	I
With maiden palms she lifted up	Q
The sick time's blood embittered cup	Q
And in her virgin garment furled	P
The faint limbs of a wounded world	P
Clothed with calm love and clear desire	R
She went forth in her soul's attire	R
A missive fire	R
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Across the might of men that strove	S
It shone and over heads of kings	I
And molten in red flames of love	G
Were swords and many monstrous things	I
And shields were lowered and snapt were spears	I
And sweeter tuned the clamorous years	I
And faith came back and peace that were	R
Fled for she bade saying Thou God's heir	H
Hast thou no care	H
	-
Lo men lay waste thine heritage	T
Still and much heathen people rage	U
Against thee and devise vain things	I
What comfort in the face of kings	I
What counsel is there Turn thine eyes	I
And thine heart from them in like wise	I
Turn thee unto thine holy place	I
To help us that of God for grace	I
Require thy face	I
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For who shall hear us if not thou	V
In a strange land what doest thou there	H
Thy sheep are spoiled and the ploughers plough	V
Upon us why hast thou no care	H
For all this and beyond strange hills	I
Liest unregardful what snow chills	I
Thy foldless flock or what rains beat	P
Lo in thine ears before thy feet	P
Thy lost sheep bleat	P
	-
And strange men feed on faultless lives	I
And there is blood and men put knives	I
Shepherd unto the young lamb's throat	P
And one hath eaten and one smote	P
And one had hunger and is fed	P
Full of the flesh of these and red	P
With blood of these as who drinks wine	W
And God knoweth who hath sent thee a sign	W
If these were thine	W
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But the Pope's heart within him burned	P
So that he rose up seeing the sign	W
And came among them but she turned	P
Back to her daily way divine	W
And fed her faith with silent things	I
And lived her life with curbed white wings	I
And mixed herself with heaven and died	P
And now on the sheer city side	P
Smiles like a bride	P
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You see her in the fresh clear gloom	X
Where walls shut out the flame and bloom	X
Of full breathed summer and the roof	Y
Keeps the keen ardent air aloof	Y
And sweet weight of the violent sky	P
There bodily beheld on high	P
She seems as one hearing in tune	Z
Heaven within heaven at heaven's full noon	Z
In sacred swoon	Z
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A solemn swoon of sense that aches	I
With imminent blind heat of heaven	A2
While all the wide eyed spirit wakes	I
Vigilant of the supreme Seven	A2
Whose choral flames in God's sight move	M
Made unendurable with love	G
That without wind or blast of breath	B2
Compels all things through life and death	B2
Whither God saith	B2
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There on the dim side chapel wall	C2
Thy mighty touch memorial	D2
Razzi raised up for ages dead	P
And fixed for us her heavenly head	P
And rent with plaited thorn and rod	P
Bared the live likeness of her God	P
To men's eyes turning from strange lands	I
Where pale from thine immortal hands	I
Christ wounded stands	I
	-
And the blood blots his holy hair	H
And white brows over hungering eyes	I
That plead against us and the fair	H
Mute lips forlorn of words or sighs	I
In the great torment that bends down	E2
His bruised head with the bloomless crown	E2
White as the unfruitful thorn flower	R
A God beheld in dreams that were	R
Beheld of her	R
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In vain on all these sins and years	I
Falls the sad blood fall the slow tears	I
In vain poured forth as watersprings	I
Priests on your altars and ye kings	I
About your seats of sanguine gold	P
Still your God spat upon and sold	P
Bleeds at your hands but now is gone	F2
All his flock from him saving one	A2
Judas alone	G2
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Surely your race it was that he	I
O men signed backward with his name	H2
Beholding in Gethsemane	G2
Bled the red bitter sweat of shame	H2
Knowing how the word of Christian should	P
Mean to men evil and not good	P
Seem to men shameful for your sake	I2
Whose lips for all the prayers they make	I2
Man's blood must slake	I2
	-
But blood nor tears ye love not you	J2
That my love leads my longing to	J2
Fair as the world's old faith of flowers	I
O golden goddesses of ours	I
From what Idalian rose pleasance	I
Hath Aphrodite bidden glance	I
The lovelier lightnings of your feet	P
From what sweet Paphian sward or seat	P
Led you more sweet	P
	-
O white three sisters three as one	G2
With flowerlike arms for flowery bands	I
Your linked limbs glitter like the sun	G2
And time lies beaten at your hands	I
Time and wild years and wars and men	G2
Pass and ye care not whence or when	G2
With calm lips over sweet for scorn	G2
Ye watch night pass O children born	G2
Of the old world morn	G2
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Ah in this strange and shrineless place	I
What doth a goddess what a Grace	I
Where no Greek worships her shrined limbs	I
With wreaths and Cytherean hymns	I
Where no lute makes luxurious	I
The adoring airs in Amathus	I
Till the maid knowing her mother near	K2
Sobs with love aching with sweet fear	K2
What do ye here	L2
	-
For the outer land is sad and wears	I
A raiment of a flaming fire	R
And the fierce fruitless mountain stairs	I
Climb yet seem wroth and loth to aspire	M2
Climb and break and are broken down	G2
And through their clefts and crests the town	G2
Looks west and sees the dead sun lie	P
In sanguine death that stains the sky	P
With angry dye	P
	-
And from the war worn wastes without	P
In twilight in the time of doubt	P
One sound comes of one whisper where	H
Moved with low motions of slow air	H
The great trees nigh the castle swing	I2
In the sad coloured evening	I2
Ricorditi di me che son	G2
La Pia that small sweet word alone	G2
Is not yet gone	G2
	-
Ricorditi di me the sound	P
Sole out of deep dumb days remote	P
Across the fiery and fatal ground	P
Comes tender as a hurt bird's note	P
To where a ghost with empty hands	I
A woe worn ghost her palace stands	I
In the mid city where the strong	I2
Bells turn the sunset air to song	I2
And the towers throng	I2
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With other face with speech the same	H2
A mightier maiden's likeness came	H2
Late among mourning men that slept	P
A sacred ghost that went and wept	P
White as the passion wounded Lamb	N2
Saying	I2