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IT HATH been seen and yet it shall be seen	A
That out of tender mouths God s praise hath been	B
Made perfect and with wood and simple string	C
He hath played music sweet as shawm playing	C
To please himself with softness of all sound	D
And no small thing but hath been sometime found	D
Full sweet of use and no such humbleness	E
But God hath bruised withal the sentences	E
And evidence of wise men witnessing	C
No leaf that is so soft a hidden thing	C
It never shall get sight of the great sun	F
The strength of ten has been the strength of one	F
And lowliness has waxed imperious	E
	-
There was in Rome a man Theophilus	E
Of right great blood and gracious ways that had	G
All noble fashions to make people glad	G
And a soft life of pleasurable days	E
He was a goodly man for one to praise	E
Flawless and whole upward from foot to head	H
His arms were a red hawk that alway fed	H
On a small bird with feathers gnawed upon	I
Beaten and plucked about the bosom bone	J
Whereby a small round fleck like fire there was	E
They called it in their tongue lampadias	E
This was the banner of the lordly man	K
In many straits of sea and reaches wan	I
Full of quick wind and many a shaken firth	L
It had seen fighting days of either earth	L
Westward or east of waters Gaditane	I
This was the place of sea rocks under Spain	I
Called after the great praise of Hercules	E
And north beyond the washing Pontic seas	E
Far windy Russian places fabulous	E
And salt fierce tides of storm swoln Bosphorus	E
	-
Now as this lord came straying in Rome town	I
He saw a little lattice open down	I
And after it a press of maidens heads	E
That sat upon their cold small quiet beds	E
Talking and played upon short string d lutes	E
And other some ground perfume out of roots	E
Gathered by marvellous moons in Asia	M
Saffron and aloes and wild cassia	M
Coloured all through and smelling of the sun	I
And over all these was a certain one	I
Clothed softly with sweet herbs about her hair	N
And bosom flowerful her face more fair	N
Than sudden singing April in soft lands	E
Eyed like a gracious bird and in both hands	E
She held a psalter painted green and red	H
	-
This Theophile laughed at the heart and said	H
Now God so help me hither and St Paul	O
As by the new time of their festival	P
I have good will to take this maid to wife	Q
And herewith fell to fancies of her life	Q
And soft half thoughts that ended suddenly	R
This is man s guise to please himself when he	R
Shall not see one thing of his pleasant things	E
Nor with outwatch of many travailings	E
Come to be eased of the least pain he hath	S
For all his love and all his foolish wrath	S
And all the heavy manner of his mind	T
Thus is he like a fisher fallen blind	T
That casts his nets across the boat awry	U
To strike the sea but lo he striketh dry	U
And plucks them back all broken for his pain	I
And bites his beard and casts across again	I
And reaching wrong slips over in the sea	E
So hath this man a strangled neck for fee	E
For all his cost he chuckles in his throat	V
	-
This Theophile that little hereof wote	V
Laid wait to hear of her what she might be	E
Men told him she had name of Dorothy	E
And was a lady of a worthy house	E
Thereat this knight grew inly glorious	E
That he should have a love so fair of place	E
She was a maiden of most quiet face	E
Tender of speech and had no hardihood	V
But was nigh feeble of her fearful blood	V
Her mercy in her was so marvellous	E
From her least years that seeing her school fellows	E
That read beside her stricken with a rod	V
She would cry sore and say some word to God	V
That he would ease her fellow of his pain	I
There is no touch of sun or fallen rain	I
That ever fell on a more gracious thing	C
	-
In middle Rome there was in stone working	C
The church of Venus painted royally	E
The chapels of it were some two or three	E
In each of them her tabernacle was	E
And a wide window of six feet in glass	E
Coloured with all her works in red and gold	V
The altars had bright cloths and cups to hold	V
The wine of Venus for the services	E
Made out of honey and crushed wood berries	E
That shed sweet yellow through the thick wet red	V
That on high days was borne upon the head	V
Of Venus priest for any man to drink	W
So that in drinking he should fall to think	W
On some fair face and in the thought thereof	X
Worship and such should triumph in his love	X
For this soft wine that did such grace and good	V
Was new trans shaped and mixed with Love s own blood	V
That in the fighting Trojan time was bled	V
For which came such a woe to Diomed	V
That he was stifled after in hard sea	E
And some said that this wine shedding should be	E
Made of the falling of Adonis blood	V
That curled upon the thorns and broken wood	V
And round the gold silk shoes on Venus feet	V
The taste thereof was as hot honey sweet	V
And in the mouth ran soft and riotous	E
This was the holiness of Venus house	E
	-
It was their worship that in August days	E
Twelve maidens should go through those Roman ways	E
Naked and having gold across their brows	E
And their hair twisted in short golden rows	E
To minister to Venus in this wise	E
And twelve men chosen in their companies	E
To match these maidens by the altar stair	N
All in one habit crowned upon the hair	N
Among these men was chosen Theophile	E
	-
This knight went out and prayed a little while	E
Holding queen Venus by her hands and knees	E
I will give thee twelve royal images	E
Cut in glad gold with marvels of wrought stone	I
For thy sweet priests to lean and pray upon	I
Jasper and hyacinth and chrysopras	E
And the strange Asian thalamite that was	E
Hidden twelve ages under heavy sea	E
Among the little sleepy pearls to be	E
A shrine lit over with soft candle flame	Y
Burning all night red as hot brows of shame	Y
So thou wilt be my lady without sin	I
Goddess that art all gold outside and in	I
Help me to serve thee in thy holy way	Z
Thou knowest Love that in my bearing day	Z
There shone a laughter in the singing stars	E
Round the gold ceil d bride bed wherein Mars	E
Touched thee and had thee in your kissing wise	E
Now therefore sweet kiss thou my maiden s eyes	E
That they may open graciously towards me	E
And this new fashion of thy shrine shall be	E
As soft with gold as thine own happy head	V
	-
The goddess that was painted with face red	V
Between two long green tumbled sides of sea	E
Stooped her neck sideways and spake pleasantly	E
Thou shalt have grace as thou art thrall of mine	I
And with this came a savour of shed wine	I
And plucked out petals from a rose s head	V
And softly with slow laughs of lip she said	V
Thou shalt have favour all thy days of me	E
	-
Then came Theophilus to Dorothy	E
Saying O sweet if one should strive or speak	A2
Against God s ways he gets a beaten cheek	A2
For all his wage and shame above all men	I
Therefore I have no will to turn again	I
When God saith go lest a worse thing fall out	V
Then she misdoubting lest he went about	V
To catch her wits made answer somewhat thus	E
I have no will my lord Theophilus	E
To speak against this worthy word of yours	E
Knowing how God s will in all speech endures	E
That save by grace there may no thing be said	V
Then Theophile waxed light from foot to head	V
And softly fell upon this answering	C
It is well seen you are a chosen thing	C
To do God service in his gracious way	Z
I will that you make haste and holiday	Z
To go next year upon the Venus stair	N
Covered none else but crowned upon your hair	N
And do the service that a maiden doth	B2
She said but I that am Christ s maid were loth	C2
To do this thing that hath such bitter name	Y
Thereat his brows were beaten with sore shame	Y
And he came off and said no other word	V
Then his eyes chanced upon his banner bird	V
And he fell fingering at the staff of it	V
And laughed for wrath and stared between his feet	V
And out of a chafed heart he spake as thus	E
Lo how she japes at me Theophilus	E
Feigning herself a fool and hard to love	X
Yet in good time for all she boasteth of	X
She shall be like a little beaten bird	V
And while his mouth was open in that word	V
He came upon the house Janiculum	Y
Where some went busily and other some	Y
Talked in the gate called the gate glorious	E
The emperor which was one Gabalus	E
Sat over all and drank chill	E

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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