Swinburne's Collected Poetical Works, 2 vols. (London: William Heinemann, 1924): I, 765-68.
1Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass
2Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was
3 That ye sing sadly, or dream of what shall be?
4 For gladly at once and sadly it seems ye sing.
5-- Our lady of love by you is unbeholden;
6For hands she hath none, nor eyes, nor lips, nor golden
7 Treasure of hair, nor face nor form; but we
8 That love, we know her more fair than anything.
9-- Is she a queen, having great gifts to give?
10-- Yea, these; that whoso hath seen her shall not live
11 Except he serve her sorrowing, with strange pain,
12 Travail and bloodshedding and bitterer tears;
13And when she bids die he shall surely die.
14And he shall leave all things under the sky
15 And go forth naked under sun and rain
16 And work and wait and watch out all his years.
17-- Hath she on earth no place of habitation?
18-- Age to age calling, nation answering nation,
19 Cries out, Where is she? and there is none to say;
20 For if she be not in the spirit of men,
21For if in the inward soul she hath no place,
22In vain they cry unto her, seeking her face,
23 In vain their mouths make much of her; for they
24 Cry with vain tongues, till the heart lives again.
25-- O ye that follow, and have ye no repentance?
26For on your brows is written a mortal sentence,
27 An hieroglyph of sorrow, a fiery sign,
28 That in your lives ye shall not pause or rest,
29Nor have the sure sweet common love, nor keep
30Friends and safe days, nor joy of life nor sleep.
31 -- These have we not, who have one thing, the divine
32 Face and clear eyes of faith and fruitful breast.
33-- And ye shall die before your thrones be won.
34-- Yea, and the changed world and the liberal sun
35 Shall move and shine without us, and we lie
36 Dead; but if she too move on earth and live,
37But if the old world with all the old irons rent
38Laugh and give thanks, shall we be not content?
39 Nay, we shall rather live, we shall not die,
40 Life being so little and death so good to give.
41-- And these men shall forget you.--Yea, but we
42Shall be a part of the earth and the ancient sea,
43 And heaven-high air august, and awful fire,
44 And all things good; and no man's heart shall beat
45But somewhat in it of our blood once shed
46Shall quiver and quicken, as now in us the dead
47 Blood of men slain and the old same life's desire
48 Plants in their fiery footprints our fresh feet.
49-- But ye that might be clothed with all things pleasant,
50Ye are foolish that put off the fair soft present,
51 That clothe yourselves with the cold future air;
52 When mother and father and tender sister and brother
53And the old live love that was shall be as ye,
54Dust, and no fruit of loving life shall be.
56 Than sister or wife or father unto us or mother.
57-- Is this worth life, is this, to win for wages?
58Lo, the dead mouths of the awful grey-grown ages,
59 The venerable, in the past that is their prison,
60 In the outer darkness, in the unopening grave,
61Laugh, knowing how many as ye now say have said,
62How many, and all are fallen, are fallen and dead:
63 Shall ye dead rise, and these dead have not risen?
64 --Not we but she, who is tender and swift to save.
65-- Are ye not weary and faint not by the way,
66Seeing night by night devoured of day by day,
67 Seeing hour by hour consumed in sleepless fire?
68 Sleepless: and ye too, when shall ye too sleep?
69-- We are weary in heart and head, in hands and feet,
70And surely more than all things sleep were sweet,
71 Than all things save the inexorable desire
72 Which whoso knoweth shall neither faint nor weep.
73-- Is this so sweet that one were fain to follow?
74Is this so sure where all men's hopes are hollow.
75 Even this your dream, that by much tribulation
76 Ye shall make whole flawed hearts, and bowed necks straight?
77-- Nay, though our life were blind, our death were fruitless,
78Not therefore were the whole world's high hope rootless;
79 But man to man, nation would turn to nation,
80 And the old life live, and the old great world be great.
81-- Pass on then and pass by us and let us be,
82For what light think ye after life to see?
83 And if the world fare better will ye know?
84 And if man triumph who shall seek you and say?
85-- Enough of light is this for one life's span,
86That all men born are mortal, but not man:
88 That man may reap and eat and live by day.
55] Compare Luke 14: 26: "If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sister, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple." Back to Line
87] Compare I Corinthians 15: 36: "Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened, except it die." Back to Line
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Algernon Charles Swinburne, Songs before Sunrise (London: F. S. Ellis, 1871): 125-29. end S956 S673 1871a Fisher Rare Book Library (Toronto) end S956 S673 1871b
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