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SWINBURNE'S POEMS
Vol. V
THE POEMS
OF
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
IN SIX VOLUMES
VOLUME V
STUDIES IN SONG
A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS
SONNETS ON ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS
THE HEPTALOGIA
ETC.
LONDON
CHATTO & W INDUS
1912
Fifth Impression
Copyright, 1504, by Harper & Brothers, for the
United States of America,
5" SOS
CONTENTS
STUDIES IN SONG
PAGE
Song for the Centenary of Walter Savage Landor 3
Grand Chorus of Birds from Aristophanes . . 41
Off Shore 46
After Nine Years .... • • • 55
For a Portrait of Felice Orsini 58
Evening on the Broads 59
The Emperor's Progress ....... 68
The Resurrection of Alcilia 70
The Fourteenth of July 71
The Launch of the Livad:a 73
Six Years Old 77
A Parting Song 79
By the North Sea 83
A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS
In Harbour 115
The Way of the Wtnd . . . . « 117
"Had I Wist" , ua
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PAGE
Recollections 119
Time and Life 121
A Dialogue 123
Plus Ultra 125
A Dead Friend ... 126
Past Days . 130
Autumn and Winter 132
The Death of Richard Wagner 135
Two Preludes . . . , 137
The Lute and the Lyre . , . . . . 139
Plus Intra 140
Change 141
A Baby's Death 142
One of Twain 146
Death and Birth 148
Birth and Death 149
Benediction 150
Etude Realists 1S 1
Babyhood 153
First Footsteps 155
A Ninth Birthday . . . . . ... 156
Not a Child 158
To Dora Dorian 160
The Roundel .......â– â– l61
At Sea ... 162
Wasted Lcve .......-• i6 3
Beforb Sunset l6 4
CONTENTS vii
PAGE
A Singing Lesson i6$
Flower-Pieces 166
Three Faces 168
Eros 170
Sorrow 172
Sleep ........... 173
On an Old Roundel 174
A Landscape by Courbet 176
A Flower-Piece by Fantin 177
A Night-Piece by Millet 178
"Marzo Pazzo" 179
Dead Love ...... , .... 180
Discord .......... 181
Concord 182
Mourning 183
Aperotos Eros 184
To Catullus 185
"Insularum Ocelle" 186
In Sark 187
In Guernsey 188
Envoi 193
Athens: An Ode . . . . . . . . 194
The Statue of Victor Hugo ..... 215
Sonnets :
Hope and Feap . ....... 227
After Sunset 228
vol. v. a
via CONTENTS
PAGE
A Study from Memory 230
To Dr. John Brown 231
To William Bell Scott 232
A Death on Easter Day 233
On the Deaths of Thomas Carlyle and George
Eliot 234
After Looking into Carlyle's Reminiscences . 235
A Last Look 237
Dickens 238
On Lamb's Specimens of Dramatic Poets . . 239
To John Nichol 241
Dysthanatos 243
Euonymos 244
On the Russian Persecution of the Jews . . 245
Bismarck at Canossa 246
Quia Nominor Leo 247
The Channel Tunnel 249
Sir William Gomm 250
Euthanatos 252
First and Last 255
Lines on the Death ok Edward John Trelawny . 257
Adieux A Marie Stuart 259
Herse . 264
Twins .... ...... 267
The Salt of the Earth 272
Seven Years Old 273
CONTENTS ix
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Eight Years Old 275
Comparisons 278
What is Death? 280
A Child's Pitv 281
A Child's Laughter 283
A Child's Thanks 285
A Child's Battles 287
A Child's Future 293
SONNETS ON ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS
1590-1650
I. Christopher Marlowe 297
II. William Shakespeare . . 298
III. Ben Jonson 299
IV. Beaumont and Fletcher 300
V. Philip Massinger 301
VI. John Ford 302
VII. John Webster 303
VIII. Thomas Decker 304
IX. Thomas Middleton 305
X. Thomas Heywood 306
XI. George Chapman 307
XII. John Marston 308
XIII. John Day 309
XIV. James Shirley ....... 310
XV. The Tribe of Benjamin 311
XVI. Anonymous Plays: "Arden of Feversham " 312
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PAGE
XVII. Anonymous Plays . . . , . .313
XVIII. Anonymous Plays 314
XIX. The Many 315
XX. The Many 316
XXI. Epilogue 317
A Dark Month 319
Sunrise 368
THE IIEPTALOGIA
The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell . . .373
John Jones's Wife 375
The Poet and the Woodlouse 396
The Person of the House 400
Last Words of a Seventh- Rate Poet . . . 406
Sonnet for a Picture 421
Nefhelidia . ...„»•«..* 422
STUDIES IN SONG
VOL. V.
SONG FOR THE CENTENARY
OF
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Born January 30TH, 1775
Died September 17TH, 1864
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There is delight in singing, though none hear
Beside the singer : and there is delight
In praising, though the praiser sit alone
And see the praised far off him, far above.
Landor.
DEDICATION
TO MRS. LYNN LINTON
Daughter in spirit elect and consecrate
By love and reverence of the Olympian sire
Whom I too loved and worshipped, seeing so great ',
And found so gracious toward my long desire
To bid that love in song before his gate
Sound, and my lute be loyal to his lyre,
To none save one it now may dedicate
Song's new burnt-offering on a century s pyre.
And though the gift be light
As ashes in men's sight,
Left by the flame of iw ethereal fire,
Yet, for his worthier sake
Than words are worthless, take
This wreath of words ere yet their hour expire :
So, haply, from some heaven above,
He, seeing, may set next yours my sacrifice of love.
May 24, 1880.
SONG FOR THE CENTENARY OF
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Five years beyond an hundred years have seen
Their winters, white as faith's and age's hue,
Melt, smiling through brief tears that broke between,
And hope's young conquering colours reared anew,
Since, on the day whose edge for kings made keen
Smote sharper once than ever storm-wind blew,
A head predestined for the girdling green
That laughs at lightning all the seasons through,
Nor frost or change can sunder
Its crown untouched of thunder,
Leaf from least leaf of all its leaves that grew
Alone for brows too bold
For storm to sear of old,
Elect to shine in time's eternal view,
Rose on the verge of radiant life
Between the winds and sunbeams mingling love with
strife.
The darkling day that gave its bloodred birth
To Milton's white republic undefiled
That might endure so few fleet years on earth
Bore in him likewise as divine a child ;
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But born not less for crowns of love and mirth,
Of palm and myrtle passionate and mild,
The leaf that girds about with gentler girth
The brow steel-bound in battle, and the wild
Soft spray that flowers above
The flower-soft hair of love ;
And the white lips of wayworn winter smiled
And grew serene as spring's
When with stretched clouds like wings
Or wings like drift of snow-clouds massed and
piled
The godlike giant, softening, spread
A shadow of stormy shelter round the new-born
head.
And o'er it brightening bowed the wild-haired hour,
And touched his tongue with honey and with fire,
And breathed between his lips the note of power
That makes of all the winds of heaven a lyre
Whose strings are stretched from topmost peaks that
tower
To softest springs of waters that suspire,
With sounds too dim to shake the lowliest flower
Breathless with hope and dauntless with desire :
And bright before his face
That Hour became a Grace,
As in the light of their Athenian quire
When the Hours before the sun
And Graces were made one,
Called by sweet Love down from the aerial gyre
By one dear name of natural joy,
To bear on her bright breast from heaven a heaven-
born boy.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Ere light could kiss the little lids in sunder
Or love could lift them for the sun to smite,
His fiery birth-star as a sign of wonder
Had risen, perplexing the presageful night
With shadow and glory around her sphere and
under
And portents prophesying by sound and sight ;
And half the sound was song and half was thunder,
And half his life of lightning, half of light :
And in the soft clenched hand
Shone like a burning brand
A shadowy sword for swordless fields of fight,
Wrought only for such lord
As so may wield the sword
That all things ill be put to fear and flight
Even at the flash and sweep and gleam
Of one swift stroke beheld but in a shuddering
dream.
Like the sun's rays that blind the night's wild beasts
The sword of song shines as the swordsman
sings ;
From the west wind's verge even to the arduous
east's
The splendour of the shadow that it flings
Makes fire and storm in heaven above the feasts
Of men fulfilled with food of evil things ;
Strikes dumb the lying and hungering lips of priests,
Smites dead the slaying and ravening hands of
kings ;
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Turns dark the lamp's hot light,
And turns the darkness bright
As with the shadow of dawn's reverberate wings ;
And far before its way
Heaven, yearning toward the day,
Shines with its thunder and round its lightning
rings ;
And never hand yet earlier played
With that keen sword whose hilt is cloud, and fire
its blade.
As dropping flakes of honey-heavy dew
More soft than slumber's, fell the first note's
sound
From strings the swift young hand strayed lightlier
through
Than leaves through calm air wheeling toward the
ground
Stray down the drifting wind when skies are blue
Nor yet the wings of latter winds unbound.
Ere winter loosen all the JEoYmn crew
With storm unleashed behind them like a hound.
As lightly rose and sank
Beside a green-flowered bank
The clear first notes his burning boyhood found
To sing her sacred praise
Who rode her city's ways
Clothed with bright hair and with high purpose
crowned ;
A song of soft presageful breath,
Prefiguring all his love and faith in life and death ;
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR n
Who should love two things only and only praise
More than all else for ever : even the glory
Of goodly beauty in women, whence all days
Take light whereby death's self seems transitory ;
And loftier love than loveliest eyes can raise,
Love that wipes off the miry stains and gory
From Time's worn feet, besmirched on bloodred
ways,
And lightens with his light the night of story ;
Love that lifts up from dust
Life, and makes darkness just,
And purges as with fire of purgatory
The dense disastrous air,
To burn old falsehood bare
And give the wind its ashes heaped and hoary ;
Love, that with eyes of ageless youth
Sees on the breast of Freedom borne her nursling
Truth.
8
For at his birth the sistering stars were one
That flamed upon it as one fiery star ;
Freedom, whose light makes pale the mounting sun,
And Song, whose fires are quenched when Free-
dom's are.
Of all that love not liberty let none
Love her that fills our lips with fire from far
To mix with winds and seas in unison
And sound athwart life's tideless harbour-bar
Out where our songs fly free
Across time's bounded sea,
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A boundless flight beyond the dim sun's car,
Till all the spheres of night
Chime concord round their flight
Too loud for blasts of warring change to mar,
From stars that sang for Homer's birth
To these that gave our Landor welcome back from
earth.
Shine, as above his cradle, on his grave,
Stars of our worship, lights of our desire !
For never man that heard the world's wind rave
To you was truer in trust of heart and lyre :
Nor Greece nor England on a brow more brave
Beheld your flame against the wind burn higher :
Nor all the gusts that blanch life's worldly wave
With surf and surge could quench its flawless fire :
No blast of all that blow
Might bid the torch burn low
That lightens on us yet as o'er his pyre,
Indomitable of storm,
That now no flaws deform
Nor thwart winds baffle ere it all aspire,
One light of godlike breath and flame,
To write on heaven with man's most glorious names
his name.
10
The very dawn was dashed with stormy dew
And freaked with fire as when God's hand would
mar
Palaces reared of tyrants, and the blue
Deep heaven was kindled round her thunderous car,
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 13
That saw how swift a gathering - glory grew
About him risen, ere clouds could blind or bar
A splendour strong to burn and burst them through
And mix in one sheer light things near and far.
First flew before his path
Light shafts of love and wrath,
But winged and edged as elder warriors' are ;
Then rose a light that showed
Across the midsea road
From radiant Calpe to revealed Masar
The way of war and love and fate
Between the goals of fear and fortune, hope and hate.
11
Mine own twice banished fathers' harbour-land,
Their nursing-mother France, the well-beloved,
By the arduous blast of sanguine sunrise fanned,
Flamed on him, and his burning lips were moved
As that live statue's throned on Lybian sand
When morning moves it, ere her light faith roved
From promise, and her tyrant's poisonous hand
Fed hope with Corsic honey till she proved
More deadly than despair
And falser even than fair,
Though fairer than all elder hopes removed
As landmarks by the crime
Of inundating time ;
Light faith by grief too loud too long reproved :
For even as in some darkling dance
Wronged love changed hands with hate, and turned
his heart from France.
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But past the snows and summits Pyrenean
Love stronger-winged held more prevailing flight
That o'er Tyrrhene, Iberian, and /Egean
Shores lightened with one storm of sound and
light.
From earliest even to hoariest years one paean
Rang rapture through the fluctuant roar of fight,
From Nestor's tongue in accents Achillean
On death's blind verge dominant over night.
For voice as hand and hand
As voice for one fair land
Rose radiant, smote sonorous, past the height
Where darkling pines enrobe
The steel-cold Lake of Gaube,
Deep as dark death and keen as death to smite,
To where on peak or moor or plain
His heart and song and sword were one to strike for
Spain.
13
Resurgent at his lifted voice and hand
Pale in the light of war or treacherous fate
Song bade before him all their shadows stand
For whom his will unbarred their funeral grate.
The father by whose wrong revenged his land
Was given for sword and fire to desolate
Rose fire-encircled as a burning brand,
Great as the woes he wrought and bore were great.
Fair as she smiled and died,
Death's crowned and breathless bride
Smiled as one living even on craft and hate :
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And pity, a star unrisen,
Scarce lit Ferrante's prison
Ere night unnatural closed the natural gate
That gave their life and love and light
To those fair eyes despoiled by fratricide of sight.
Tears bright and sweet as fire and incense fell
In perfect notes of music-measured pain
On veiled sweet heads that heard not love's farewell
Sob through the song that bade them rise again ;
Rise in the light of living song, to dwell
With memories crowned of memory : so the strain
Made soft as heaven the stream that girdles hell
And sweet the darkness of the breathless plain,
And with Elysian flowers
Recrowned the wreathless hours
That mused and mourned upon their works in vain ;
For all their works of death
Song filled with light and breath,
And listening grief relaxed her lightening chain ;
For sweet as all the wide sweet south
She found the song like honey from the lion's mouth.
15
High from his throne in heaven Simonides,
Crowned with mild aureole of memorial tears
That the everlasting sun of all time sees
All golden, molten from the forge of years,
Smiled, as the gift was laid upon his knees
Of songs that hang like pearls in mourners' ears
Mild as the murmuring of Hymettian bees
And honied as their harvest, that endears
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The toil of flowery days ;
And smiling perfect praise
Hailed his one brother mateless else of peers :
Whom we that hear not him
For length of date grown dim
Hear, and the heart grows glad of grief that hears ;
And harshest heights of sorrowing hours,
Like snows of Alpine April, melt from tears to
flowers.
16
Therefore to him the shadow of death was none,
The darkness was not, nor the temporal tomb :
And multitudinous time for him was one,
Who bade before his equal seat of doom
Rise and stand up for judgment in the sun
The weavers of the world's large-historied loom,
By their own works of light or darkness done
Clothed round with light or girt about with gloom.
In speech of purer gold
Than even they spake of old
He bade the breath of Sidney's lips relume
The fire of thought and love
That made his bright life move
Through fair brief seasons of benignant bloom
To blameless music ever, strong
As death and sweet as death-annihilating song.
Thought gave his wings the width of time to roam,
Love gave his thought strength equal to release
From bonds of old forgetful years, like foam
Vanished, the fame of memories that decrease ;
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 17
So strongly faith had fledged for flight from home
The soul's large pinions till her strife should cease :
And through the trumpet of a child of Rome
Rang the pure music of the flutes of Greece.
As though some northern hand
Reft from the Latin land
A spoil more costly than the Colchian fleece
To clothe with golden sound
Of old joy newly found
And rapture as of penetrating peace
The naked north-wind's cloudiest clime,
And give its darkness light of the old Sicilian time.
18
He saw the brand that fired the towers of Troy
Fade, and the darkness at CEnone's prayer
Close upon her that closed upon her boy,
For all the curse of godhead that she bare ;
And the Apollonian serpent gleam and toy
With scathless maiden limbs and shuddering hair ;
And his love smitten in their dawn of joy
Leave Pan the pine-leaf of her change to wear ;
And one in flowery coils
Caught as in fiery toils
Smite Calydon with mourning unaware ;
And where her low turf shrine
Showed Modesty divine
The fairest mother's daughter far more fair
Hide on her breast the heavenly shame
That kindled once with love should kindle Troy with
flame.
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Nor less the light of story than of song
With graver glories girt his godlike head,
Reverted alway from the temporal throng
Of lives that live not toward the living dead.
The shadows and the splendours of their throng
Made bright and dark about his board and bed.
The lines of life and vision, sweet or strong
With sound of lutes or trumpets blown, that led
Forth of the ghostly gate
Opening in spite of fate
Shapes of majestic or tumultuous tread,
Divine and direful things,
These foul as priests or kings,
Those fair as heaven or love or freedom, red
With blood and green with palms and white
With raiment woven of deeds divine and words of
light.
20
The thunder-fire of Cromwell, and the ray
That keeps the place of Phocion's name serene
And clears the cloud from Kosciusko's day,
Alternate as dark hours with bright between,
Met in the heaven of his high thought, which lay
For all stars open that all eyes had seen
Rise on the night or twilight of the way
Where feet of human hopes and fears had been.
Again the sovereign word
On Milton's lips was heard
Living : again the tender three days' queen
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 19
Drew bright and gentle breath
On the sharp edge of death :
And, staged again to show of mortal scene,
Tiberius, ere his name grew dire,
Wept, stainless yet of empire, tears of blood and fire.
21
Most ardent and most awful and most fond,
The fervour of his Apollonian eye
Yearned upon Hellas, yet enthralled in bond
Of time whose years beheld her and past by
Silent and shameful, till she rose and donned
The casque again of Pallas ; for her cry
Forth of the past and future, depths beyond
This where the present and its tyrants lie,
As one great voice of twain
For him had pealed again,
Heard but of hearts high as her own was high,
High as her own and his
And pure as love's heart is,
That lives though hope at once and memory die :
And with her breath his clarion's blast
Was filled as cloud with fire or future souls with past.
22
As a wave only obsequious to the wind
Leaps to the lifting breeze that bids it leap,
Large-hearted, and its thickening mane be thinned
By the strong god's breath moving on the deep
From utmost Atlas even to extremest Ind
That shakes the plain where no men sow nor reap,
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So, moved with wrath toward men that ruled and
sinned
And pity toward all tears he saw men weep,
Arose to take man's part
His loving- lion heart,
Kind as the sun's that has in charge to keep
Earth and the seed thereof
Safe in his lordly love,
Strong as sheer truth and soft as very sleep ;
The mightiest heart since Milton's leapt,
The gentlest since the gentlest heart of Shakespeare
slept.
23
Like the wind's own on her divided sea
His song arose on Corinth, and aloud
Recalled her Isthmian song and strife when she
Was thronged with glories as with gods in crowd
And as the wind's own spirit her breath was free
And as the heaven's own heart her soul was proud,
But freer and prouder stood no son than he
Of all she bare before her heart was bowed ;
None higher than he who heard
Medea's keen last word
Transpierce her traitor, and like a rushing cloud
That sundering shows a star
Saw pass her thunderous car
And a face whiter and deadlier than a shroud
That lightened from it, and the brand
Of tender blood that falling seared his suppliant hand.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 21
24
More fair than all things born and slain of fate,
More glorious than all births of days and nights.
He bade the spirit of man regenerate,
Rekindling, rise and reassume the rights
That in high seasons of his old estate
Clothed him and armed with majesties and mights
Heroic, when the times and hearts were great
And in the depths of ages rose the heights
Radiant of high deeds done
And souls that matched the sun
For splendour with the lightnings of their lights
Whence even their uttered names
Burn like the strong twin flames
Of song that shakes a throne and steel that smites ;
As on Thermopylae when shone
Leonidas, on Syracuse Timoleon.
25
Or, sweeter than the breathless buds when spring
With smiles and tears and kisses bids them breathe,
Fell with its music from his quiring string
Fragrance of pine-leaves and odorous heath
Twined round the lute whereto he sighed to sing
Of the oak that screened and showed its maid
beneath,
Who seeing her bee crawl back with broken wing
Faded, a fairer flower than all her wreath,
And paler, though her oak
Stood scathless of the stroke
More sharp than edge of axe or wolfish teeth,
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That mixed with mortals dead
Her own half heavenly head
And life incorporate with a sylvan sheath,
And left the wild rose and the dove
A secret place and sacred from all guests but Love.
26
But in the sweet clear fields beyond the river
Dividing pain from peace and man from shade
He saw the wings that there no longer quiver
Sink of the hours whose parting footfalls fade
On ears which hear the rustling amaranth shiver
With sweeter sound of wind than ever made
Music on earth : departing, they deliver
The soul that shame or wrath or sorrow swayed ;
And round the king of men
Clash the clear arms again,
Clear of all soil and bright as laurel braid,
That rang less high for joy
Through the gates fallen of Troy
Than here to hail the sacrificial maid,
Iphigeneia, when the ford
Fast-flowing of sorrows brought her father and their
lord.
And in the clear gulf of the hollow sea
He saw light glimmering through the grave green
gloom
That hardly gave the sun's eye leave to see
Cymodameia ; but nor tower nor tomb,
No tower on earth, no tomb of waves may be,
That may not sometime by diviner doom
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 23
Be plain and pervious to the poet ; he
Bids time stand back from him and fate make room
For passage of his feet,
Strong as their own are fleet,
And yield the prey no years may reassume
Through all their clamorous track,
Nor night nor day win back
Nor give to darkness what his eyes illume
And his lips bless for ever : he
Knows what earth knows not, sings truth sung not
of the sea.
28
Before the sentence of a curule chair
More sacred than the Roman, rose and stood
To take their several doom the imperial pair
Diversely born of Venus, and in mood
Diverse as their one mother, and as fair,
Though like two stars contrasted, and as good,
Though different as dark eyes from golden hair ;
One as that iron planet red like blood
That bears among the stars
Fierce witness of her Mars
In bitter fire by her sweet light subdued ;
One in the gentler skies
Sweet as her amorous eyes :
One proud of worlds and seas and darkness rude
Composed and conquered ; one content
With lightnings from loved eyes of lovers lightly