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diff --git a/3697-0.txt b/3697-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b8864c --- /dev/null +++ b/3697-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2600 @@ +The Project Gutenberg eBook, A Century of Roundels, by Algernon Charles +Swinburne + + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most +other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions +whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of +the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at +www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have +to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. + + + + +Title: A Century of Roundels + + +Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne + + + +Release Date: August 16, 2014 [eBook #3697] +[This file was first posted on 24 July 2001] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS*** + + +Transcribed from the 1883 Chatto & Windus edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS + + + BY + ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE + + [Picture: Decorative graphic] + + _SECOND EDITION_ + + London + CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY + 1883 + + [_All rights reserved_] + + * * * * * + + LONDON: PRINTED BY + SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE + AND PARLIAMENT STREET + + * * * * * + + + + +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. + + + + +CONTENTS. + + PAGE + I. In Harbour 1 + II. ,, 2 + III. The Way of the Wind 3 + IV. Had I Wist 4 + V. Recollections 5 + VI. ,, 6 + VII. ,, 7 + VIII. Time and Life 8 + IX. ,, 9 + X. A Dialogue 10 + XI. ,, 11 + XII. ,, 12 + XIII. Plus Ultra 13 + XIV. A Dead Friend 14 + XV. ,, 15 + XVI. ,, 16 + XVII. ,, 17 + XVIII. ,, 18 + XIX. ,, 19 + XX. ,, 20 + XXI. Past Days 21 + XXII. ,, 22 + XXIII. ,, 23 + XXIV. Autumn and Winter 24 + XXV. ,, 25 + XXVI. ,, 26 + XXVII. ,, 27 + XXVIII. The Death of Richard Wagner 28 + XXIX. ,, 29 + XXX. ,, 30 + Two preludes: + XXXI. Lohengrin 31 + XXXII. Tristan und Isolde 32 + XXXIII. The Lute and the Lyre 33 + XXXIV. Plus Intra 34 + XXXV. Change 35 + XXXVI. A Baby’s Death 36 + XXXVII. ,, 37 + XXXVIII. ,, 38 + XXXIX. ,, 39 + XL. ,, 40 + XLI. ,, 41 + XLII. ,, 42 + XLIII. One of Twain 43 + XLIV. ,, 44 + XLV. Death and Birth 45 + XLVI. Birth and Death 46 + XLVII. Benediction 47 + XLVIII. Étude Réaliste 48 + XLIX. ,, 49 + L. ,, 50 + LI. Babyhood 51 + LII. ,, 52 + LIII. ,, 53 + LIV. ,, 54 + LV. First Footsteps 55 + LVI. A Ninth Birthday 56 + LVII. ,, 57 + LVIII. ,, 58 + LIX. Not a Child 59 + LX. ,, 60 + LXI. ,, 61 + LXII. To Dora Dorian 62 + LXIII. The Roundel 63 + LXIV. At Sea 64 + LXV. Wasted Love 65 + LXVI. Before Sunset 66 + LXVII. A Singing Lesson 67 + Flower-pieces: + LXVIII. Love Lies Bleeding 68 + LXIX. Love in a Mist 69 + Three faces: + LXX. Ventimiglia 70 + LXXI. Genoa 71 + LXXII. Venice 72 + LXXIII. Eros 73 + LXXIV. ,, 74 + LXXV. ,, 75 + LXXVI. Sorrow 76 + LXXVII. Sleep 77 + LXXVIII. On an Old Roundel 78 + LXXIX. 79 + LXXX. A Landscape by Courbet 80 + LXXXI. A Flower-piece by Fantin 81 + LXXXII. A Night-piece by Millet 82 + LXXXIII. Marzo Pazzo 83 + LXXXIV. Dead Love 84 + LXXXV. Discord 85 + LXXXVI. Concord 86 + LXXXVII. Mourning 87 + LXXXVIII. Aperotos Eros 88 + LXXXIX. To Catullus 89 + CX. ‘Insularum Ocelle’ 90 + CXI. In Sark 91 + CXII. In Guernsey 92 + CXIII. ,, 93 + CXIV. ,, 94 + CXV. ,, 95 + CXVI. ,, 96 + CXVII. ,, 97 + CXVIII. ,, 98 + CXIX. ,, 99 + C. Envoi 100 + + + + +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. + + + 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. + + + + +ÉTUDE RÉALISTE. + + +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 Cæsar’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 EBOOK A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS*** + + +******* This file should be named 3697-0.txt or 3697-0.zip ******* + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/3/6/9/3697 + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will +be renamed. + +Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright +law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, +so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United +States without permission and without paying copyright +royalties. 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