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I WILL that if I say a heavy thing	A
Your tongues forgive me seeing ye know that spring	A
Has flecks and fits of pain to keep her sweet	B
And walks somewhile with winter bitten feet	B
Moreover it sounds often well to let	C
One string when ye play music keep at fret	C
The whole song through one petal that is dead	D
Confirms the roses be they white or red	D
Dead sorrow is not sorrowful to hear	E
As the thick noise that breaks mid weeping were	F
The sick sound aching in a lifted throat	G
Turns to sharp silver of a perfect note	G
And though the rain falls often and with rain	H
Late autumn falls on the old red leaves like pain	H
I deem that God is not disquieted	G
Also while men are fed with wine and bread	G
They shall be fed with sorrow at his hand	G
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There grew a rose garden in Florence land	G
More fair than many all red summers through	I
The leaves smelt sweet and sharp of rain and blew	I
Sideways with tender wind and therein fell	J
Sweet sound wherewith the green waxed audible	K
As a bird s will to sing disturbed his throat	G
And set the sharp wings forward like a boat	G
Pushed through soft water moving his brown side	G
Smooth shapen as a maid s and shook with pride	G
His deep warm bosom till the heavy sun s	L
Set face of heat stopped all the songs at once	M
The ways were clean to walk and delicate	G
And when the windy white of March grew late	G
Before the trees took heart to face the sun	N
With ravelled raiment of lean winter on	O
The roots were thick and hot with hollow grass	P
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Some roods away a lordly house there was	Q
Cool with broad courts and latticed passage wet	G
From rush flowers and lilies ripe to set	G
Sown close among the strewings of the floor	R
And either wall of the slow corridor	F
Was dim with deep device of gracious things	S
Some angel s steady mouth and weight of wings	S
Shut to the side or Peter with straight stole	T
And beard cut black against the aureole	T
That spanned his head from nape to crown thereby	U
Mary s gold hair thick to the girdle tie	U
Wherein was bound a child with tender feet	G
Or the broad cross with blood nigh brown on it	G
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Within this house a righteous lord abode	G
Ser Averardo patient of his mood	G
And just of judgment and to child he had	G
A maid so sweet that her mere sight made glad	G
Men sorrowing and unbound the brows of hate	G
And where she came the lips that pain made strait	G
Waxed warm and wide and from untender grew	I
Tender as those that sleep brings patience to	I
Such long locks had she that with knee to chin	V
She might have wrapped and warmed her feet therein	V
Right seldom fell her face on weeping wise	W
Gold hair she had and golden coloured eyes	W
Filled with clear light and fire and large repose	X
Like a fair hound s no man there is but knows	X
Her face was white and thereto she was tall	Y
In no wise lacked there any praise at all	Y
To her most perfect and pure maidenhood	I
No sin I think there was in all her blood	I
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She where a gold grate shut the roses in	V
Dwelt daily through deep summer weeks through green	Z
Hushed hours of rain upon the leaves and there	A2
Love made him room and space to worship her	F
With tender worship of bowed knees and wrought	I
Such pleasure as the pained sense palates not	I
For weariness but at one taste undoes	X
The heart of its strong sweet is ravenous	X
Of all the hidden honey words and sense	X
Fail through the tune s imperious prevalence	X
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In a poor house this lover kept apart	I
Long communing with patience next his heart	I
If love of his might move that face at all	Y
Tuned evenwise with colours musical	K
Then after length of days he said thus Love	B2
For love s own sake and for the love thereof	B2
Let no harsh words untune your gracious mood	I
For good it were if anything be good	I
To comfort me in this pain s plague of mine	C2
Seeing thus how neither sleep nor bread nor wine	C2
Seems pleasant to me yea no thing that is	X
Seems pleasant to me only I know this	X
Love s ways are sharp for palms of piteous feet	I
To travel but the end of such is sweet	I
Now do with me as seemeth you the best	I
She mused a little as one holds his guest	I
By the hand musing with her face borne down	D2
Then said Yea though such bitter seed be sown	E2
Have no more care of all that you have said	I
Since if there is no sleep will bind your head	I
Lo I am fain to help you certainly	F2
Christ knoweth sir if I would have you die	I
There is no pleasure when a man is dead	I
Thereat he kissed her hands and yellow head	I
And clipped her fair long body many times	X
I have no wit to shape in written rhymes	X
A scanted tithe of this great joy they had	I
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They were too near love s secret to be glad	I
As whoso deems the core will surely melt	I
From the warm fruit his lips caress hath felt	I
Some bitter kernel where the teeth shut hard	I
Or as sweet music sharpens afterward	I
Being half disrelished both for sharp and sweet	I
As sea water having killed over heat	I
In a man s body chills it with faint ache	G2
So their sense burdened only for love s sake	G2
Failed for pure love yet so time served their wit	I
They saved each day some gold reserves of it	I
Being wiser in love s riddle than such be	F2
Whom fragments feed with his chance charity	F2
All things felt sweet were felt sweet overmuch	G2
The rose thorn s prickle dangerous to touch	G2
And flecks of fire in the thin leaf shadows	X
Too keen the breath d honey of the rose	X
Its red too harsh a weight on feasted eyes	X
They were so far gone in love s histories	X
Beyond all shape and colour and mere breath	H2
Where pleasure has for kinsfolk sleep and death	H2
And strength of soul and body waxen blind	I
For weariness and flesh entoiled with mind	I
When the keen edge of sense foretasteth sin	V
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Even this green place the summer caught them in	V
Seemed half deflowered and sick with beaten leaves	X
In their strayed eyes these gold flower fum d eves	X
Burnt out to make the sun s love offering	A
The midnoon s prayer the rose s thanksgiving	A
The trees weight burdening the strengthless air	A2
The shape of her stilled eyes her coloured hair	A2
Her body s balance from the moving feet	I
All this found fair lacked yet one grain of sweet	I
It had some warm weeks back so perisheth	H2
On May s new lip the tender April breath	H2
So those same walks the wind sowed lilies in	V
All April through and all their latter kin	V
Of languid leaves whereon the autumn blows	X
The dead red raiment of the last year s rose	X
The last year s laurel and the last year s love	B2
Fade and grow things that death grows weary of	B2
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What man will gather in red summer time	I2
The fruit of some obscure and hoary rhyme	I2
Heard last midwinter taste the heart in it	I
Mould the smooth semitones afresh refit	I
The fair limbs ruined flush the dead blood through	I
With colour make all broken beauties new	I
For love s new lesson shall not such find pain	H
When the marred music labouring in his brain	H
Frets him with sweet sharp fragments and lets slip	J2
One word that might leave satisfied his lip	J2
One touch that might put fire in all the chords	X
This was her pain to miss from all sweet words	X
Some taste of sound diverse and delicate	I
Some speech the old love found out to compensate	I
For seasons of shut lips and drowsiness	X
Some grace some word the old love found out to bless	X
Passionless months and undelighted weeks	X
The flowers had lost their summer scented cheeks	X
Their lips were no more sweet than daily breath	H2
The year was plagued with instances of death	H2
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So fell it these were sitting in cool grass	X
With leaves about and many a bird there was	X
Where the green shadow thickliest impleached	I
Soft fruit and writhen spray and blossom bleached	I
Dry in the sun or washed with rains to white	I
Her girdle was pure silk the bosom bright	I
With purple as purple water and gold wrought in	V
One branch had touched with dusk her lips and chin	V
Made violet of the throat abashed with shade	I
The breast s bright plaited work but nothing frayed	I
The sun s large kiss on the luxurious hair	A2
Her beauty was new colour to the air	A2
And music to the silent many birds	X
Love was an hungred for some perfect words	X
To prai	A2

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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