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+A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS
+
+by Algernon Charles Swinburne
+
+
+
+
+Contents:
+
+In Harbour
+The Way of the Wind
+Had I Wist
+Recollections
+Time and Life
+A Dialogue
+Plus Ultra
+A Dead Friend
+Past Days
+Autumn and Winter
+The Death of Richard Wagner
+Two preludes
+   Lohengrin
+   Tristan und Isolde
+The Lute and the Lyre
+Plus Intra
+Change
+A Baby's Death
+One of Twain
+Death and Birth
+Birth and Death
+Benediction
+Etude Realiste
+Babyhood
+First Footsteps
+A Ninth Birthday
+Not a Child
+To Dora Dorian
+The Roundel
+At Sea
+Wasted Love
+Before Sunset
+A Singing Lesson
+Flower-pieces
+   Love Lies Bleeding
+   Love in a Mist
+Three faces
+   Ventimiglia
+   Genoa
+   Venice
+Eros
+Sorrow
+Sleep
+On an Old Roundel
+A Landscape by Courbet
+A Flower-piece by Fantin
+A Night-piece by Millet
+Marzo Pazzo
+Dead Love
+Discord
+Concord
+Mourning
+Aperotos Eros
+To Catullus
+Insularum Ocelle'
+In Sark
+In Guernsey
+Envoi
+
+
+
+DEDICATION
+TO CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI
+
+
+
+Songs light as these may sound, though deep and strong
+The heart spake through them, scarce should hope to please
+Ears tuned to strains of loftier thoughts than throng
+   Songs light as these.
+
+Yet grace may set their sometime doubt at ease,
+Nor need their too rash reverence fear to wrong
+The shrine it serves at and the hope it sees.
+
+For childlike loves and laughters thence prolong
+Notes that bid enter, fearless as the breeze,
+Even to the shrine of holiest-hearted song,
+   Songs light as these.
+
+
+
+IN HARBOUR
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us
+As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;
+To the waters of gloom whence winds of the dayspring float us
+   Goodnight and goodbye.
+
+A time is for mourning, a season for grief to sigh;
+But were we not fools and blind, by day to devote us
+As thralls to the darkness, unseen of the sundawn's eye?
+
+We have drunken of Lethe at length, we have eaten of lotus;
+What hurts it us here that sorrows are born and die?
+We have said to the dream that caressed and the dread that smote us
+   Goodnight and goodbye.
+
+II.
+
+Outside of the port ye are moored in, lying
+Close from the wind and at ease from the tide,
+What sounds come swelling, what notes fall dying
+   Outside?
+
+They will not cease, they will not abide:
+Voices of presage in darkness crying
+Pass and return and relapse aside.
+
+Ye see not, but hear ye not wild wings flying
+To the future that wakes from the past that died?
+Is grief still sleeping, is joy not sighing
+   Outside?
+
+
+
+THE WAY OF THE WIND
+
+
+
+The wind's way in the deep sky's hollow
+None may measure, as none can say
+How the heart in her shows the swallow
+   The wind's way.
+
+Hope nor fear can avail to stay
+Waves that whiten on wrecks that wallow,
+Times and seasons that wane and slay.
+
+Life and love, till the strong night swallow
+Thought and hope and the red last ray,
+Swim the waters of years that follow
+   The wind's way.
+
+
+
+'HAD I WIST'
+
+
+
+Had I wist, when life was like a warm wind playing
+Light and loud through sundawn and the dew's bright trust,
+How the time should come for hearts to sigh in saying
+   'Had I wist' -
+
+Surely not the roses, laughing as they kissed,
+Not the lovelier laugh of seas in sunshine swaying,
+Should have lured my soul to look thereon and list.
+
+Now the wind is like a soul cast out and praying
+Vainly, prayers that pierce not ears when hearts resist:
+Now mine own soul sighs, adrift as wind and straying,
+   'Had I wist.'
+
+
+
+RECOLLECTIONS
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thicken
+Thronging the ways of the wind that shifts and veers,
+Pass, and the flames of remembered fires requicken
+   Years upon years.
+
+Surely the thought in a man's heart hopes or fears
+Now that forgetfulness needs must here have stricken
+Anguish, and sweetened the sealed-up springs of tears.
+
+Ah, but the strength of regrets that strain and sicken,
+Yearning for love that the veil of death endears,
+Slackens not wing for the wings of years that quicken -
+   Years upon years.
+
+II.
+
+Years upon years, and the flame of love's high altar
+Trembles and sinks, and the sense of listening ears
+Heeds not the sound that it heard of love's blithe psalter
+   Years upon years.
+
+Only the sense of a heart that hearkens hears,
+Louder than dreams that assail and doubts that palter,
+Sorrow that slept and that wakes ere sundawn peers.
+
+Wakes, that the heart may behold, and yet not falter,
+Faces of children as stars unknown of, spheres
+Seen but of love, that endures though all things alter,
+   Years upon years.
+
+III.
+
+Years upon years, as a watch by night that passes,
+Pass, and the light of their eyes is fire that sears
+Slowly the hopes of the fruit that life amasses
+   Years upon years.
+
+Pale as the glimmer of stars on moorland meres
+Lighten the shadows reverberate from the glasses
+Held in their hands as they pass among their peers.
+
+Lights that are shadows, as ghosts on graveyard grasses,
+Moving on paths that the moon of memory cheers,
+Shew but as mists over cloudy mountain passes
+   Years upon years.
+
+
+
+TIME AND LIFE
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken
+Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame
+Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken,
+   Time, thy name.
+
+Girt about with shadow, blind and lame,
+Ghosts of things that smite and thoughts that sicken
+Hunt and hound thee down to death and shame.
+
+Eyes of hours whose paces halt or quicken
+Read in bloodred lines of loss and blame,
+Writ where cloud and darkness round it thicken,
+   Time, thy name.
+
+II.
+
+Nay, but rest is born of me for healing,
+- So might haply time, with voice represt,
+Speak:  is grief the last gift of my dealing?
+   Nay, but rest.
+
+All the world is wearied, east and west,
+Tired with toil to watch the slow sun wheeling,
+Twelve loud hours of life's laborious quest.
+
+Eyes forspent with vigil, faint and reeling,
+Find at last my comfort, and are blest,
+Not with rapturous light of life's revealing -
+   Nay, but rest.
+
+
+
+A DIALOGUE
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:
+Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,
+One shelter where our spirits fain would be,
+   Death, if thou wilt?
+
+No dome with suns and dews impearled and gilt,
+Imperial:  but some roof of wildwood tree,
+Too mean for sceptre's heft or swordblade's hilt.
+
+Some low sweet roof where love might live, set free
+From change and fear and dreams of grief or guilt;
+Canst thou not leave life even thus much to see,
+   Death, if thou wilt?
+
+II.
+
+Man, what art thou to speak and plead with me?
+What knowest thou of my workings, where and how
+What things I fashion?  Nay, behold and see,
+   Man, what art thou?
+
+Thy fruits of life, and blossoms of thy bough,
+What are they but my seedlings?  Earth and sea
+Bear nought but when I breathe on it must bow.
+
+Bow thou too down before me:  though thou be
+Great, all the pride shall fade from off thy brow,
+When Time and strong Oblivion ask of thee,
+   Man, what art thou?
+
+III.
+
+Death, if thou be or be not, as was said,
+Immortal; if thou make us nought, or we
+Survive:  thy power is made but of our dread,
+   Death, if thou be.
+
+Thy might is made out of our fear of thee:
+Who fears thee not, hath plucked from off thine head
+The crown of cloud that darkens earth and sea.
+
+Earth, sea, and sky, as rain or vapour shed,
+Shall vanish; all the shows of them shall flee:
+Then shall we know full surely, quick or dead,
+   Death, if thou be.
+
+
+
+PLUS ULTRA
+
+
+
+Far beyond the sunrise and the sunset rises
+Heaven, with worlds on worlds that lighten and respond:
+Thought can see not thence the goal of hope's surmises
+   Far beyond.
+
+Night and day have made an everlasting bond
+Each with each to hide in yet more deep disguises
+Truth, till souls of men that thirst for truth despond.
+
+All that man in pride of spirit slights or prizes,
+All the dreams that make him fearful, fain, or fond,
+Fade at forethought's touch of life's unknown surprises
+   Far beyond.
+
+
+
+A DEAD FRIEND
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Gone, O gentle heart and true,
+   Friend of hopes foregone,
+Hopes and hopeful days with you
+   Gone?
+
+   Days of old that shone
+Saw what none shall see anew,
+   When we gazed thereon.
+
+Soul as clear as sunlit dew,
+   Why so soon pass on,
+Forth from all we loved and knew
+   Gone?
+
+II.
+
+Friend of many a season fled,
+   What may sorrow send
+Toward thee now from lips that said
+   'Friend'?
+
+   Sighs and songs to blend
+Praise with pain uncomforted
+   Though the praise ascend?
+
+Darkness hides no dearer head:
+   Why should darkness end
+Day so soon, O dear and dead
+   Friend?
+
+III.
+
+Dear in death, thou hast thy part
+   Yet in life, to cheer
+Hearts that held thy gentle heart
+   Dear.
+
+   Time and chance may sear
+Hope with grief, and death may part
+   Hand from hand's clasp here:
+
+Memory, blind with tears that start,
+   Sees through every tear
+All that made thee, as thou art,
+   Dear.
+
+IV.
+
+True and tender, single-souled,
+   What should memory do
+Weeping o'er the trust we hold
+   True?
+
+   Known and loved of few,
+But of these, though small their fold,
+   Loved how well were you!
+
+Change, that makes of new things old,
+   Leaves one old thing new;
+Love which promised truth, and told
+   True.
+
+V.
+
+Kind as heaven, while earth's control
+   Still had leave to bind
+Thee, thy heart was toward man's whole
+   Kind.
+
+   Thee no shadows blind
+Now:  the change of hours that roll
+   Leaves thy sleep behind.
+
+Love, that hears thy death-bell toll
+   Yet, may call to mind
+Scarce a soul as thy sweet soul
+   Kind.
+
+VI.
+
+How should life, O friend, forget
+   Death, whose guest art thou?
+Faith responds to love's regret,
+   How?
+
+   Still, for us that bow
+Sorrowing, still, though life be set,
+   Shines thy bright mild brow.
+
+Yea, though death and thou be met,
+   Love may find thee now
+Still, albeit we know not yet
+   How.
+
+VII.
+
+Past as music fades, that shone
+   While its life might last;
+As a song-bird's shadow flown
+   Past!
+
+   Death's reverberate blast
+Now for music's lord has blown
+   Whom thy love held fast.
+
+Dead thy king, and void his throne:
+   Yet for grief at last
+Love makes music of his own
+   Past.
+
+
+
+PAST DAYS
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Dead and gone, the days we had together,
+Shadow-stricken all the lights that shone
+Round them, flown as flies the blown foam's feather,
+   Dead and gone.
+
+Where we went, we twain, in time foregone,
+Forth by land and sea, and cared not whether,
+If I go again, I go alone.
+
+Bound am I with time as with a tether;
+Thee perchance death leads enfranchised on,
+Far from deathlike life and changeful weather,
+   Dead and gone.
+
+II.
+
+Above the sea and sea-washed town we dwelt,
+We twain together, two brief summers, free
+From heed of hours as light as clouds that melt
+   Above the sea.
+
+Free from all heed of aught at all were we,
+Save chance of change that clouds or sunbeams dealt
+And gleam of heaven to windward or to lee.
+
+The Norman downs with bright grey waves for belt
+Were more for us than inland ways might be;
+A clearer sense of nearer heaven was felt
+   Above the sea.
+
+III.
+
+Cliffs and downs and headlands which the forward-hasting
+Flight of dawn and eve empurples and embrowns,
+Wings of wild sea-winds and stormy seasons wasting
+   Cliffs and downs,
+
+These, or ever man was, were:  the same sky frowns,
+Laughs, and lightens, as before his soul, forecasting
+Times to be, conceived such hopes as time discrowns.
+
+These we loved of old:  but now for me the blasting
+Breath of death makes dull the bright small seaward towns,
+Clothes with human change these all but everlasting
+   Cliffs and downs.
+
+
+
+AUTUMN AND WINTER
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Three months bade wane and wax the wintering moon
+Between two dates of death, while men were fain
+Yet of the living light that all too soon
+   Three months bade wane.
+
+Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain,
+Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune
+That death smote silent when he smote again.
+
+First went my friend, in life's mid light of noon,
+Who loved the lord of music:  then the strain
+Whence earth was kindled like as heaven in June
+   Three months bade wane.
+
+II.
+
+A herald soul before its master's flying
+Touched by some few moons first the darkling goal
+Where shades rose up to greet the shade, espying
+   A herald soul;
+
+Shades of dead lords of music, who control
+Men living by the might of men undying,
+With strength of strains that make delight of dole.
+
+The deep dense dust on death's dim threshold lying
+Trembled with sense of kindling sound that stole
+Through darkness, and the night gave ear, descrying
+   A herald soul.
+
+III.
+
+One went before, one after, but so fast
+They seem gone hence together, from the shore
+Whence we now gaze:  yet ere the mightier passed
+   One went before;
+
+One whose whole heart of love, being set of yore
+On that high joy which music lends us, cast
+Light round him forth of music's radiant store.
+
+Then went, while earth on winter glared aghast,
+The mortal god he worshipped, through the door
+Wherethrough so late, his lover to the last,
+   One went before.
+
+IV.
+
+A star had set an hour before the sun
+Sank from the skies wherethrough his heart's pulse yet
+Thrills audibly:  but few took heed, or none,
+   A star had set.
+
+All heaven rings back, sonorous with regret,
+The deep dirge of the sunset:  how should one
+Soft star be missed in all the concourse met?
+
+But, O sweet single heart whose work is done,
+Whose songs are silent, how should I forget
+That ere the sunset's fiery goal was won
+   A star had set?
+
+
+
+THE DEATH OF RICHARD WAGNER
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Mourning on earth, as when dark hours descend,
+Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and mirth
+Wane, and no lips rebuke or reprehend
+   Mourning on earth.
+
+The soul wherein her songs of death and birth,
+Darkness and light, were wont to sound and blend,
+Now silent, leaves the whole world less in worth.
+
+Winds that make moan and triumph, skies that bend,
+Thunders, and sound of tides in gulf and firth,
+Spake through his spirit of speech, whose death should send
+   Mourning on earth.
+
+II.
+
+The world's great heart, whence all things strange and rare
+Take form and sound, that each inseparate part
+May bear its burden in all tuned thoughts that share
+   The world's great heart -
+
+The fountain forces, whence like steeds that start
+Leap forth the powers of earth and fire and air,
+Seas that revolve and rivers that depart -
+
+Spake, and were turned to song:  yea, all they were,
+With all their works, found in his mastering art
+Speech as of powers whose uttered word laid bare
+   The world's great heart.
+
+III.
+
+From the depths of the sea, from the wellsprings of earth, from the
+wastes of the midmost night,
+From the fountains of darkness and tempest and thunder, from heights
+where the soul would be,
+The spell of the mage of music evoked their sense, as an unknown
+light
+   From the depths of the sea.
+
+As a vision of heaven from the hollows of ocean, that none but a god
+might see,
+Rose out of the silence of things unknown of a presence, a form, a
+might,
+And we heard as a prophet that hears God's message against him, and
+may not flee.
+
+Eye might not endure it, but ear and heart with a rapture of dark
+delight,
+With a terror and wonder whose core was joy, and a passion of thought
+set free,
+Felt inly the rising of doom divine as a sundawn risen to sight
+   From the depths of the sea.
+
+
+
+TWO PRELUDES
+
+
+
+I.
+
+LOHENGRIN
+
+Love, out of the depth of things,
+As a dewfall felt from above,
+From the heaven whence only springs
+   Love,
+
+Love, heard from the heights thereof,
+The clouds and the watersprings,
+Draws close as the clouds remove.
+
+And the soul in it speaks and sings,
+A swan sweet-souled as a dove,
+An echo that only rings
+   Love.
+
+II.
+
+TRISTAN UND ISOLDE
+
+Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom,
+When a man's heart's pride grows great,
+And nought seems now to foredoom
+   Fate,
+
+Fate, laden with fears in wait,
+Draws close through the clouds that loom,
+Till the soul see, all too late,
+
+More dark than a dead world's tomb,
+More high than the sheer dawn's gate,
+More deep than the wide sea's womb,
+   Fate.
+
+
+
+THE LUTE AND THE LYRE
+
+
+
+Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root,
+Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire,
+Takes exultant voice when music holds in high pursuit
+   Deep desire.
+
+Keen as burns the passion of the rose whose buds respire,
+Strong as grows the yearning of the blossom toward the fruit,
+Sounds the secret half unspoken ere the deep tones tire.
+
+Slow subsides the rapture that possessed love's flower-soft lute,
+Slow the palpitation of the triumph of the lyre:
+Still the soul feels burn, a flame unslaked though these be mute,
+   Deep desire.
+
+
+
+PLUS INTRA
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Soul within sense, immeasurable, obscure,
+Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense
+Deep elements may scarce be felt as pure
+   Soul within sense.
+
+From depth and height by measurers left immense,
+Through sound and shape and colour, comes the unsure
+Vague utterance, fitful with supreme suspense.
+
+All that may pass, and all that must endure,
+Song speaks not, painting shews not:  more intense
+And keen than these, art wakes with music's lure
+      Soul within sense.
+
+
+
+CHANGE
+
+
+
+But now life's face beholden
+   Seemed bright as heaven's bare brow
+With hope of gifts withholden
+   But now.
+
+   From time's full-flowering bough
+Each bud spake bloom to embolden
+   Love's heart, and seal his vow.
+
+Joy's eyes grew deep with olden
+   Dreams, born he wist not how;
+Thought's meanest garb was golden;
+   But now!
+
+
+
+A BABY'S DEATH
+
+
+
+I.
+
+A little soul scarce fledged for earth
+Takes wing with heaven again for goal
+Even while we hailed as fresh from birth
+   A little soul.
+
+Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll,
+Not knowing beyond this blind world's girth
+What things are writ in heaven's full scroll.
+
+Our fruitfulness is there but dearth,
+And all things held in time's control
+Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth
+   A little soul.
+
+II.
+
+The little feet that never trod
+Earth, never strayed in field or street,
+What hand leads upward back to God
+   The little feet?
+
+A rose in June's most honied heat,
+When life makes keen the kindling sod,
+Was not so soft and warm and sweet.
+
+Their pilgrimage's period
+A few swift moons have seen complete
+Since mother's hands first clasped and shod
+   The little feet.
+
+III.
+
+The little hands that never sought
+Earth's prizes, worthless all as sands,
+What gift has death, God's servant, brought
+   The little hands?
+
+We ask:  but love's self silent stands,
+Love, that lends eyes and wings to thought
+To search where death's dim heaven expands.
+
+Ere this, perchance, though love know nought,
+Flowers fill them, grown in lovelier lands,
+Where hands of guiding angels caught
+   The little hands.
+
+IV.
+
+The little eyes that never knew
+Light other than of dawning skies,
+What new life now lights up anew
+   The little eyes?
+
+Who knows but on their sleep may rise
+Such light as never heaven let through
+To lighten earth from Paradise?
+
+No storm, we know, may change the blue
+Soft heaven that haply death descries
+No tears, like these in ours, bedew
+   The little eyes.
+
+V.
+
+Was life so strange, so sad the sky,
+   So strait the wide world's range,
+He would not stay to wonder why
+   Was life so strange?
+
+Was earth's fair house a joyless grange
+   Beside that house on high
+Whence Time that bore him failed to estrange?
+
+That here at once his soul put by
+   All gifts of time and change,
+And left us heavier hearts to sigh
+   'Was life so strange?'
+
+VI.
+
+Angel by name love called him, seeing so fair
+   The sweet small frame;
+Meet to be called, if ever man's child were,
+   Angel by name.
+
+Rose-bright and warm from heaven's own heart he came,
+   And might not bear
+The cloud that covers earth's wan face with shame.
+
+His little light of life was all too rare
+   And soft a flame:
+Heaven yearned for him till angels hailed him there
+   Angel by name.
+
+VII.
+
+The song that smiled upon his birthday here
+Weeps on the grave that holds him undefiled
+Whose loss makes bitterer than a soundless tear
+   The song that smiled.
+
+His name crowned once the mightiest ever styled
+Sovereign of arts, and angel:  fate and fear
+Knew then their master, and were reconciled.
+
+But we saw born beneath some tenderer sphere
+Michael, an angel and a little child,
+Whose loss bows down to weep upon his bier
+   The song that smiled.
+
+
+
+ONE OF TWAIN
+
+
+
+I.
+
+One of twain, twin-born with flowers that waken,
+Now hath passed from sense of sun and rain:
+Wind from off the flower-crowned branch hath shaken
+   One of twain.
+
+One twin flower must pass, and one remain:
+One, the word said soothly, shall be taken,
+And another left:  can death refrain?
+
+Two years since was love's light song mistaken,
+Blessing then both blossoms, half in vain?
+Night outspeeding light hath overtaken
+   One of twain.
+
+II.
+
+Night and light?  O thou of heart unwary,
+Love, what knowest thou here at all aright,
+Lured, abused, misled as men by fairy
+   Night and light?
+
+Haply, where thine eyes behold but night,
+Soft as o'er her babe the smile of Mary
+Light breaks flowerwise into new-born sight.
+
+What though night of light to thee be chary?
+What though stars of hope like flowers take flight?
+Seest thou all things here, where all see vary
+   Night and light?
+
+
+
+DEATH AND BIRTH
+
+
+
+Death and birth should dwell not near together:
+Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth:
+Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether
+   Death and birth.
+
+Harsh the yoke that binds them, strange the girth
+Seems that girds them each with each:  yet whether
+Death be best, who knows, or life on earth?
+
+Ill the rose-red and the sable feather
+Blend in one crown's plume, as grief with mirth:
+Ill met still are warm and wintry weather,
+   Death and birth.
+
+
+
+BIRTH AND DEATH
+
+
+
+Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother,
+Night and day, on all things that draw breath,
+Reign, while time keeps friends with one another
+   Birth and death.
+
+Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of wreath,
+Heaven they hail as father, earth as mother,
+Faithful found above them and beneath.
+
+Smiles may lighten tears, and tears may smother
+Smiles, for all that joy or sorrow saith:
+Joy nor sorrow knows not from each other
+   Birth and death.
+
+
+
+BENEDICTION
+
+
+
+Blest in death and life beyond man's guessing
+Little children live and die, possest
+Still of grace that keeps them past expressing
+   Blest.
+
+Each least chirp that rings from every nest,
+Each least touch of flower-soft fingers pressing
+Aught that yearns and trembles to be prest,
+
+Each least glance, gives gifts of grace, redressing
+Grief's worst wrongs:  each mother's nurturing breast
+Feeds a flower of bliss, beyond all blessing
+   Blest.
+
+
+
+ETUDE REALISTE
+
+
+
+I.
+
+A Baby's feet, like sea-shells pink,
+   Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
+An angel's lips to kiss, we think,
+   A baby's feet.
+
+Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat
+   They stretch and spread and wink
+Their ten soft buds that part and meet.
+
+No flower-bells that expand and shrink
+   Gleam half so heavenly sweet
+As shine on life's untrodden brink
+   A baby's feet.
+
+II.
+
+A baby's hands, like rosebuds furled
+   Whence yet no leaf expands,
+Ope if you touch, though close upcurled,
+   A baby's hands.
+
+Then, fast as warriors grip their brands
+   When battle's bolt is hurled,
+They close, clenched hard like tightening bands.
+
+No rosebuds yet by dawn impearled
+   Match, even in loveliest lands,
+The sweetest flowers in all the world -
+   A baby's hands.
+
+III.
+
+A baby's eyes, ere speech begin,
+   Ere lips learn words or sighs,
+Bless all things bright enough to win
+   A baby's eyes.
+
+Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies,
+   And sleep flows out and in,
+Sees perfect in them Paradise.
+
+Their glance might cast out pain and sin,
+   Their speech make dumb the wise,
+By mute glad godhead felt within
+   A baby's eyes.
+
+
+
+BABYHOOD
+
+
+
+I.
+
+A baby shines as bright
+If winter or if May be
+On eyes that keep in sight
+   A baby.
+
+Though dark the skies or grey be,
+It fills our eyes with light,
+If midnight or midday be.
+
+Love hails it, day and night,
+The sweetest thing that may be
+Yet cannot praise aright
+   A baby.
+
+II.
+
+All heaven, in every baby born,
+All absolute of earthly leaven,
+Reveals itself, though man may scorn
+   All heaven.
+
+Yet man might feel all sin forgiven,
+All grief appeased, all pain outworn,
+By this one revelation given.
+
+Soul, now forget thy burdens borne:
+Heart, be thy joys now seven times seven:
+Love shows in light more bright than morn
+   All heaven.
+
+III.
+
+What likeness may define, and stray not
+   From truth's exactest way,
+A baby's beauty?  Love can say not
+   What likeness may.
+
+The Mayflower loveliest held in May
+   Of all that shine and stay not
+Laughs not in rosier disarray.
+
+Sleek satin, swansdown, buds that play not
+   As yet with winds that play,
+Would fain be matched with this, and may not:
+   What likeness may?
+
+IV.
+
+Rose, round whose bed
+Dawn's cloudlets close,
+Earth's brightest-bred
+   Rose!
+
+No song, love knows,
+May praise the head
+Your curtain shows.
+
+Ere sleep has fled,
+The whole child glows
+One sweet live red
+   Rose.
+
+
+
+FIRST FOOTSTEPS
+
+
+
+A little way, more soft and sweet
+   Than fields aflower with May,
+A babe's feet, venturing, scarce complete
+   A little way.
+
+   Eyes full of dawning day
+Look up for mother's eyes to meet,
+   Too blithe for song to say.
+
+Glad as the golden spring to greet
+   Its first live leaflet's play,
+Love, laughing, leads the little feet
+   A little way.
+
+
+
+A NINTH BIRTHDAY
+FEBRUARY 4, 1883
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Three times thrice hath winter's rough white wing
+Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice
+Since his birth whose praises love would sing
+   Three times thrice.
+
+Earth nor sea bears flower nor pearl of price
+Fit to crown the forehead of my king,
+Honey meet to please him, balm, nor spice.
+
+Love can think of nought but love to bring
+Fit to serve or do him sacrifice
+Ere his eyes have looked upon the spring
+   Three times thrice.
+
+II.
+
+Three times thrice the world has fallen on slumber,
+Shone and waned and withered in a trice,
+Frost has fettered Thames and Tyne and Humber
+   Three times thrice,
+
+Fogs have swoln too thick for steel to slice,
+Cloud and mud have soiled with grime and umber
+Earth and heaven, defaced as souls with vice,
+
+Winds have risen to wreck, snows fallen to cumber,
+Ships and chariots, trapped like rats or mice,
+Since my king first smiled, whose years now number
+   Three times thrice.
+
+III.
+
+Three times thrice, in wine of song full-flowing,
+Pledge, my heart, the child whose eyes suffice,
+Once beheld, to set thy joy-bells going
+   Three times thrice.
+
+Not the lands of palm and date and rice
+Glow more bright when summer leaves them glowing,
+Laugh more light when suns and winds entice.
+
+Noon and eve and midnight and cock-crowing,
+Child whose love makes life as paradise,
+Love should sound your praise with clarions blowing
+   Three times thrice.
+
+
+
+NOT A CHILD
+
+
+
+I.
+
+'Not a child:  I call myself a boy,'
+Says my king, with accent stern yet mild,
+Now nine years have brought him change of joy;
+   'Not a child.'
+
+How could reason be so far beguiled,
+Err so far from sense's safe employ,
+Stray so wide of truth, or run so wild?
+
+Seeing his face bent over book or toy,
+Child I called him, smiling:  but he smiled
+Back, as one too high for vain annoy -
+   Not a child.
+
+II.
+
+Not a child? alack the year!
+What should ail an undefiled
+Heart, that he would fain appear
+   Not a child?
+
+Men, with years and memories piled
+Each on other, far and near,
+Fain again would so be styled:
+
+Fain would cast off hope and fear,
+Rest, forget, be reconciled:
+Why would you so fain be, dear,
+   Not a child?
+
+III.
+
+
+Child or boy, my darling, which you will,
+Still your praise finds heart and song employ,
+Heart and song both yearning toward you still,
+   Child or boy.
+
+All joys else might sooner pall or cloy
+Love than this which inly takes its fill,
+Dear, of sight of your more perfect joy.
+
+Nay, be aught you please, let all fulfil
+All your pleasure; be your world your toy:
+Mild or wild we love you, loud or still,
+   Child or boy.
+
+
+
+TO DORA DORIAN
+
+
+
+Child of two strong nations, heir
+Born of high-souled hope that smiled,
+Seeing for each brought forth a fair
+   Child,
+
+By thy gracious brows, and wild
+Golden-clouded heaven of hair,
+By thine eyes elate and mild,
+
+Hope would fain take heart to swear
+Men should yet be reconciled,
+Seeing the sign she bids thee bear,
+   Child.
+
+
+
+THE ROUNDEL
+
+
+
+A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere,
+With craft of delight and with cunning of sound unsought,
+That the heart of the hearer may smile if to pleasure his ear
+   A roundel is wrought.
+
+Its jewel of music is carven of all or of aught -
+Love, laughter, or mourning--remembrance of rapture or fear -
+That fancy may fashion to hang in the ear of thought.
+
+As a bird's quick song runs round, and the hearts in us hear
+Pause answer to pause, and again the same strain caught,
+So moves the device whence, round as a pearl or tear,
+   A roundel is wrought.
+
+
+
+AT SEA
+
+
+
+'Farewell and adieu' was the burden prevailing
+Long since in the chant of a home-faring crew;
+And the heart in us echoes, with laughing or wailing,
+   Farewell and adieu.
+
+Each year that we live shall we sing it anew,
+With a water untravelled before us for sailing
+And a water behind us that wrecks may bestrew.
+
+The stars of the past and the beacons are paling,
+The heavens and the waters are hoarier of hue:
+But the heart in us chants not an all unavailing
+   Farewell and adieu.
+
+
+
+WASTED LOVE
+
+
+
+What shall be done for sorrow
+   With love whose race is run?
+Where help is none to borrow,
+   What shall be done?
+
+In vain his hands have spun
+   The web, or drawn the furrow:
+No rest their toil hath won.
+
+His task is all gone thorough,
+   And fruit thereof is none:
+And who dare say to-morrow
+   What shall be done?
+
+
+
+BEFORE SUNSET
+
+
+
+Love's twilight wanes in heaven above,
+   On earth ere twilight reigns:
+Ere fear may feel the chill thereof,
+   Love's twilight wanes.
+
+Ere yet the insatiate heart complains
+   'Too much, and scarce enough,'
+The lip so late athirst refrains.
+
+Soft on the neck of either dove
+   Love's hands let slip the reins:
+And while we look for light of love
+   Love's twilight wanes.
+
+
+
+A SINGING LESSON
+
+
+
+Far-fetched and dear-bought, as the proverb rehearses,
+Is good, or was held so, for ladies:  but nought
+In a song can be good if the turn of the verse is
+   Far-fetched and dear-bought.
+
+As the turn of a wave should it sound, and the thought
+Ring smooth, and as light as the spray that disperses
+Be the gleam of the words for the garb thereof wrought.
+
+Let the soul in it shine through the sound as it pierces
+Men's hearts with possession of music unsought;
+For the bounties of song are no jealous god's mercies,
+   Far-fetched and dear-bought.
+
+
+
+FLOWER-PIECES
+
+
+
+I.--LOVE LIES BLEEDING
+
+Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover
+Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
+Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:
+   Love lies bleeding.
+
+Stately shine his purple plumes, exceeding
+Pride of princes:  nor shall maid or lover
+Find on earth a fairer sign worth heeding.
+
+Yet may love, sore wounded scarce recover
+Strength and spirit again, with life receding:
+Hope and joy, wind-winged, about him hover:
+   Love lies bleeding.
+
+II.--LOVE IN A MIST
+
+Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon misguided,
+Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist,
+Seems vainly to seek for a star whose gleam has derided
+   Light love in a mist.
+
+All day in the sun, when the breezes do all they list,
+His soft blue raiment of cloudlike blossom abided
+Unrent and unwithered of winds and of rays that kissed.
+
+Blithe-hearted or sad, as the cloud or the sun subsided,
+Love smiled in the flower with a meaning whereof none wist
+Save two that beheld, as a gleam that before them glided,
+   Light love in a mist.
+
+
+
+THREE FACES
+
+
+
+I.--VENTIMIGLIA
+
+The sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank:
+Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm and free,
+A tall girl paced, with eyes too proud to thank
+   The sky and sea.
+
+One dead flat sapphire, void of wrath or glee,
+Through bay on bay shone blind from bank to bank
+The weary Mediterranean, drear to see.
+
+More deep, more living, shone her eyes that drank
+The breathless light and shed again on me,
+Till pale before their splendour waned and shrank
+   The sky and sea.
+
+II.--GENOA
+
+Again the same strange might of eyes, that saw
+In heaven and earth nought fairer, overcame
+My sight with rapture of reiterate awe,
+   Again the same.
+
+The self-same pulse of wonder shook like flame
+The spirit of sense within me:  what strange law
+Had bid this be, for blessing or for blame?
+
+To what veiled end that fate or chance foresaw
+Came forth this second sister face, that came
+Absolute, perfect, fair without a flaw,
+   Again the same?
+
+III.--VENICE
+
+Out of the dark pure twilight, where the stream
+Flows glimmering, streaked by many a birdlike bark
+That skims the gloom whence towers and bridges gleam
+   Out of the dark,
+
+Once more a face no glance might choose but mark
+Shone pale and bright, with eyes whose deep slow beam
+Made quick the twilight, lifeless else and stark.
+
+The same it seemed, or mystery made it seem,
+As those before beholden; but St. Mark
+Ruled here the ways that showed it like a dream
+   Out of the dark.
+
+
+
+EROS
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Eros, from rest in isles far-famed,
+With rising Anthesterion rose,
+And all Hellenic heights acclaimed
+   Eros.
+
+The sea one pearl, the shore one rose,
+All round him all the flower-month flamed
+And lightened, laughing off repose.
+
+Earth's heart, sublime and unashamed,
+Knew, even perchance as man's heart knows,
+The thirst of all men's nature named
+   Eros.
+
+II.
+
+Eros, a fire of heart untamed,
+A light of spirit in sense that glows,
+Flamed heavenward still ere earth defamed
+   Eros.
+
+Nor fear nor shame durst curb or close
+His golden godhead, marred and maimed,
+Fast round with bonds that burnt and froze.
+
+Ere evil faith struck blind and lamed
+Love, pure as fire or flowers or snows,
+Earth hailed as blameless and unblamed
+   Eros.
+
+III.
+
+Eros, with shafts by thousands aimed
+At laughing lovers round in rows,
+Fades from their sight whose tongues proclaimed
+   Eros.
+
+But higher than transient shapes or shows
+The light of love in life inflamed
+Springs, toward no goal that these disclose.
+
+Above those heavens which passion claimed
+Shines, veiled by change that ebbs and flows,
+The soul in all things born or framed,
+   Eros.
+
+
+
+SORROW
+
+
+
+Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever,
+Here and there for awhile would borrow
+Rest, if rest might haply deliver
+   Sorrow.
+
+One thought lies close in her heart gnawn thorough
+With pain, a weed in a dried-up river,
+A rust-red share in an empty furrow.
+
+Hearts that strain at her chain would sever
+The link where yesterday frets to-morrow:
+All things pass in the world, but never
+   Sorrow.
+
+
+
+SLEEP
+
+
+
+Sleep, when a soul that her own clouds cover
+Wails that sorrow should always keep
+Watch, nor see in the gloom above her
+   Sleep,
+
+Down, through darkness naked and steep,
+Sinks, and the gifts of his grace recover
+Soon the soul, though her wound be deep.
+
+God beloved of us, all men's lover,
+All most weary that smile or weep
+Feel thee afar or anear them hover,
+   Sleep.
+
+
+
+ON AN OLD ROUNDEL
+TRANSLATED BY D. C. ROSSETTI FROM THE FRENCH OF VILLON
+
+
+
+I.
+
+Death, from thy rigour a voice appealed,
+And men still hear what the sweet cry saith,
+Crying aloud in thine ears fast sealed,
+   Death.
+
+As a voice in a vision that vanisheth,
+Through the grave's gate barred and the portal steeled
+The sound of the wail of it travelleth.
+
+Wailing aloud from a heart unhealed,
+It woke response of melodious breath
+From lips now too by thy kiss congealed,
+   Death
+
+II.
+
+Ages ago, from the lips of a sad glad poet
+Whose soul was a wild dove lost in the whirling snow,
+The soft keen plaint of his pain took voice to show it
+   Ages ago.
+
+So clear, so deep, the divine drear accents flow,
+No soul that listens may choose but thrill to know it,
+Pierced and wrung by the passionate music's throe.
+
+For us there murmurs a nearer voice below it,
+Known once of ears that never again shall know,
+Now mute as the mouth which felt death's wave o'erflow it
+   Ages ago.
+
+
+
+A LANDSCAPE BY COURBET
+
+
+
+Low lies the mere beneath the moorside, still
+And glad of silence:  down the wood sweeps clear
+To the utmost verge where fed with many a rill
+   Low lies the mere.
+
+The wind speaks only summer:  eye nor ear
+Sees aught at all of dark, hears aught of shrill,
+From sound or shadow felt or fancied here.
+
+Strange, as we praise the dead man's might and skill,
+Strange that harsh thoughts should make such heavy cheer,
+While, clothed with peace by heaven's most gentle will,
+   Low lies the mere.
+
+
+
+A FLOWER-PIECE BY FANTIN
+
+
+
+Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought,
+Which would the picture give us of these?
+Surely the heart that conceived it sought
+   Heart's ease.
+
+Surely by glad and divine degrees
+The heart impelling the hand that wrought
+Wrought comfort here for a soul's disease.
+
+Deep flowers, with lustre and darkness fraught,
+From glass that gleams as the chill still seas
+Lean and lend for a heart distraught
+   Heart's ease.
+
+
+
+A NIGHT-PIECE BY MILLET
+
+
+
+Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking
+Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free
+Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking
+   Wind and sea.
+
+Bright with glad mad rapture, fierce with glee,
+Laughs the moon, borne on past cloud's o'ertaking
+Fast, it seems, as wind or sail can flee.
+
+One blown sail beneath her, hardly making
+Forth, wild-winged for harbourage yet to be,
+Strives and leaps and pants beneath the breaking
+   Wind and sea.
+
+
+
+'MARZO PAZZO'
+
+
+
+Mad March, with the wind in his wings wide-spread,
+Leaps from heaven, and the deep dawn's arch
+Hails re-risen again from the dead
+   Mad March.
+
+Soft small flames on rowan and larch
+Break forth as laughter on lips that said
+Nought till the pulse in them beat love's march.
+
+But the heartbeat now in the lips rose-red
+Speaks life to the world, and the winds that parch
+Bring April forth as a bride to wed
+   Mad March.
+
+
+
+DEAD LOVE
+
+
+
+Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark,
+White as a dead stark-stricken dove:
+None that pass by him pause to mark
+   Dead love.
+
+His heart, that strained and yearned and strove
+As toward the sundawn strives the lark,
+Is cold as all the old joy thereof.
+
+Dead men, re-risen from dust, may hark
+When rings the trumpet blown above:
+It will not raise from out the dark
+   Dead love.
+
+
+
+DISCORD
+
+
+
+Unreconciled by life's fleet years, that fled
+With changeful clang of pinions wide and wild,
+Though two great spirits had lived, and hence had sped
+   Unreconciled;
+
+Though time and change, harsh time's imperious child,
+That wed strange hands together, might not wed
+High hearts by hope's misprision once beguiled;
+
+Faith, by the light from either's memory shed,
+Sees, radiant as their ends were undefiled,
+One goal for each--not twain among the dead
+   Unreconciled.
+
+
+
+CONCORD
+
+
+
+Reconciled by death's mild hand, that giving
+Peace gives wisdom, not more strong than mild,
+Love beholds them, each without misgiving
+   Reconciled.
+
+Each on earth alike of earth reviled,
+Hated, feared, derided, and forgiving,
+Each alike had heaven at heart, and smiled.
+
+Both bright names, clothed round with man's thanksgiving,
+Shine, twin stars above the storm-drifts piled,
+Dead and deathless, whom we saw not living
+   Reconciled.
+
+
+
+MOURNING
+
+
+
+Alas my brother! the cry of the mourners of old
+   That cried on each other,
+All crying aloud on the dead as the death-note rolled,
+   Alas my brother!
+
+As flashes of dawn that mists from an east wind smother
+   With fold upon fold,
+The past years gleam that linked us one with another.
+
+Time sunders hearts as of brethren whose eyes behold
+   No more their mother:
+But a cry sounds yet from the shrine whose fires wax cold,
+   Alas my brother!
+
+
+
+APEROTOS EROS
+
+
+
+Strong as death, and cruel as the grave,
+Clothed with cloud and tempest's blackening breath,
+Known of death's dread self, whom none outbrave,
+   Strong as death,
+
+Love, brow-bound with anguish for a wreath,
+Fierce with pain, a tyrant-hearted slave,
+Burns above a world that groans beneath.
+
+Hath not pity power on thee to save,
+Love? hath power no pity?  Nought he saith,
+Answering:  blind he walks as wind or wave,
+   Strong as death.
+
+
+
+TO CATULLUS
+
+
+
+My brother, my Valerius, dearest head
+Of all whose crowning bay-leaves crown their mother
+Rome, in the notes first heard of thine I read
+   My brother.
+
+No dust that death or time can strew may smother
+Love and the sense of kinship inly bred
+From loves and hates at one with one another.
+
+To thee was Caesar's self nor dear nor dread,
+Song and the sea were sweeter each than other:
+How should I living fear to call thee dead
+   My brother?
+
+
+
+'INSULARUM OCELLE'
+
+
+
+Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover,
+Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark
+As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds hover,
+   Sark.
+
+We mourn, for love of a song that outsang the lark,
+That nought so lovely beholden of Sirmio's lover
+Made glad in Propontis the flight of his Pontic bark.
+
+Here earth lies lordly, triumphal as heaven is above her,
+And splendid and strange as the sea that upbears as an ark,
+As a sign for the rapture of storm-spent eyes to discover,
+   Sark.
+
+
+
+IN SARK
+
+
+
+Abreast and ahead of the sea is a crag's front cloven asunder
+With strong sea-breach and with wasting of winds whence terror is
+shed
+As a shadow of death from the wings of the darkness on waters that
+thunder
+   Abreast and ahead.
+
+At its edge is a sepulchre hollowed and hewn for a lone man's bed,
+Propped open with rock and agape on the sky and the sea thereunder,
+But roofed and walled in well from the wrath of them slept its dead.
+
+Here might not a man drink rapture of rest, or delight above wonder,
+Beholding, a soul disembodied, the days and the nights that fled,
+With splendour and sound of the tempest around and above him and
+under,
+   Abreast and ahead?
+
+
+
+IN GUERNSEY
+TO THEODORE WATTS
+
+
+
+I.
+
+The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors,
+Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay,
+Soothes as with love the rocks whose guard secures
+   The heavenly bay.
+
+O friend, shall time take ever this away,
+This blessing given of beauty that endures,
+This glory shown us, not to pass but stay?
+
+Though sight be changed for memory, love ensures
+What memory, changed by love to sight, would say -
+The word that seals for ever mine and yours
+   The heavenly bay.
+
+II.
+
+My mother sea, my fostress, what new strand,
+What new delight of waters, may this be,
+The fairest found since time's first breezes fanned
+   My mother sea?
+
+Once more I give me body and soul to thee,
+Who hast my soul for ever:  cliff and sand
+Recede, and heart to heart once more are we.
+
+My heart springs first and plunges, ere my hand
+Strike out from shore:  more close it brings to me,
+More near and dear than seems my fatherland,
+   My mother sea.
+
+III.
+
+Across and along, as the bay's breadth opens, and o'er us
+Wild autumn exults in the wind, swift rapture and strong
+Impels us, and broader the wide waves brighten before us
+   Across and along.
+
+The whole world's heart is uplifted, and knows not wrong;
+The whole world's life is a chant to the sea-tide's chorus;
+Are we not as waves of the water, as notes of the song?
+
+Like children unworn of the passions and toils that wore us,
+We breast for a season the breadth of the seas that throng,
+Rejoicing as they, to be borne as of old they bore us
+   Across and along.
+
+IV.
+
+On Dante's track by some funereal spell
+Drawn down through desperate ways that lead not back
+We seem to move, bound forth past flood and fell
+   On Dante's track.
+
+The grey path ends:  the gaunt rocks gape:  the black
+Deep hollow tortuous night, a soundless shell,
+Glares darkness:  are the fires of old grown slack?
+
+Nay, then, what flames are these that leap and swell
+As 'twere to show, where earth's foundations crack,
+The secrets of the sepulchres of hell
+   On Dante's track?
+
+V.
+
+By mere men's hands the flame was lit, we know,
+From heaps of dry waste whin and casual brands:
+Yet, knowing, we scarce believe it kindled so
+   By mere men's hands.
+
+Above, around, high-vaulted hell expands,
+Steep, dense, a labyrinth walled and roofed with woe,
+Whose mysteries even itself not understands.
+
+The scorn in Farinata's eyes aglow
+Seems visible in this flame:  there Geryon stands:
+No stage of earth's is here, set forth to show
+   By mere men's hands.
+
+VI.
+
+Night, in utmost noon forlorn and strong, with heart athirst and
+fasting,
+Hungers here, barred up for ever, whence as one whom dreams affright
+Day recoils before the low-browed lintel threatening doom and casting
+   Night.
+
+All the reefs and islands, all the lawns and highlands, clothed with
+light,
+Laugh for love's sake in their sleep outside:  but here the night
+speaks, blasting
+Day with silent speech and scorn of all things known from depth to
+height.
+
+Lower than dive the thoughts of spirit-stricken fear in souls
+forecasting
+Hell, the deep void seems to yawn beyond fear's reach, and higher
+than sight
+Rise the walls and roofs that compass it about with everlasting
+   Night.
+
+VII.
+
+The house accurst, with cursing sealed and signed,
+Heeds not what storms about it burn and burst:
+No fear more fearful than its own may find
+   The house accurst.
+
+Barren as crime, anhungered and athirst,
+Blank miles of moor sweep inland, sere and blind,
+Where summer's best rebukes not winter's worst.
+
+The low bleak tower with nought save wastes behind
+Stares down the abyss whereon chance reared and nursed
+This type and likeness of the accurst man's mind,
+   The house accurst.
+
+VIII.
+
+Beloved and blest, lit warm with love and fame,
+The house that had the light of the earth for guest
+Hears for his name's sake all men hail its name
+   Beloved and blest.
+
+This eyrie was the homeless eagle's nest
+When storm laid waste his eyrie:  hence he came
+Again, when storm smote sore his mother's breast.
+
+Bow down men bade us, or be clothed with blame
+And mocked for madness:  worst, they sware, was best:
+But grief shone here, while joy was one with shame,
+   Beloved and blest.
+
+
+
+ENVOI
+
+
+
+Fly, white butterflies, out to sea,
+Frail pale wings for the winds to try,
+Small white wings that we scarce can see
+   Fly.
+
+Here and there may a chance-caught eye
+Note in a score of you twain or three
+Brighter or darker of tinge or dye.
+
+Some fly light as a laugh of glee,
+Some fly soft as a low long sigh:
+All to the haven where each would be
+   Fly.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of A Century of Roundels, by Swinburne
+
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