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POEMS AND BALLADS (THIRD SERIES) ***
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Poems and Ballads
Third Series
By
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Taken from The Collected Poetical Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne--Vol. III
THE COLLECTED POETICAL WORKS OF ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
VOL. III
POEMS & BALLADS
(SECOND AND THIRD SERIES)
AND
SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES
SWINBURNE'S POETICAL WORKS
I. POEMS AND BALLADS (First Series).
II. SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE, AND SONGS OF TWO NATIONS.
III. POEMS AND BALLADS (Second and Third Series), and SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES.
IV. TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE, THE TALE OF BALEN, ATALANTA IN CALYDON, ERECHTHEUS.
V. STUDIES IN SONG, A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS, SONNETS ON ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS, THE HEPTALOGIA, ETC.
VI. A MIDSUMMER HOLIDAY, ASTROPHEL, A CHANNEL PASSAGE AND OTHER POEMS.
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
POEMS & BALLADS
(SECOND AND THIRD SERIES)
AND
SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES
By
Algernon Charles Swinburne
1917
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
_First printed (Chatto), 1904_
_Reprinted 1904, '09, '10, '12_
_(Heinemann), 1917_
_London: William Heinemann, 1917_
POEMS AND BALLADS
THIRD SERIES
PAGE MARCH: AN ODE 169
THE COMMONWEAL 174
THE ARMADA 187
TO A SEAMEW 211
PAN AND THALASSIUS 215
A BALLAD OF BATH 222
IN A GARDEN 224
A RHYME 226
BABY-BIRD 228
OLIVE 230
A WORD WITH THE WIND 234
NEAP-TIDE 238
BY THE WAYSIDE 241
NIGHT 243
IN TIME OF MOURNING 244
THE INTERPRETERS 245
THE RECALL 248
BY TWILIGHT 249
A BABY'S EPITAPH 250
ON THE DEATH OF SIR HENRY TAYLOR 251
IN MEMORY OF JOHN WILLIAM INCHBOLD 252
NEW YEAR'S DAY 257
TO SIR RICHARD F. BURTON 258
NELL GWYN 259
CALIBAN ON ARIEL 260
THE WEARY WEDDING 261
THE WINDS 270
A LYKE-WAKE SONG 271
A REIVER'S NECK-VERSE 272
THE WITCH-MOTHER 273
THE BRIDE'S TRAGEDY 276
A JACOBITE'S FAREWELL 281
A JACOBITE'S EXILE 282
THE TYNESIDE WIDOW 286
DEDICATION 289
POEMS AND BALLADS
THIRD SERIES
TO
WILLIAM BELL SCOTT
POET AND PAINTER
I DEDICATE THESE POEMS
IN MEMORY OF MANY YEARS
MARCH: AN ODE
1887
I
Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight, The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfil us in sleep with delight; The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops and branches that glittered and swayed Such wonders and glories of blossomlike snow or of frost that outlightens all flowers till it fade That the sea was not lovelier than here was the land, nor the night than the day, nor the day than the night, Nor the winter sublimer with storm than the spring: such mirth had the madness and might in thee made, March, master of winds, bright minstrel and marshal of storms that enkindle the season they smite.
II
And now that the rage of thy rapture is satiate with revel and ravin and spoil of the snow, And the branches it brightened are broken, and shattered the tree-tops that only thy wrath could lay low, How should not thy lovers rejoice in thee, leader and lord of the year that exults to be born So strong in thy strength and so glad of thy gladness whose laughter puts winter and sorrow to scorn? Thou hast shaken the snows from thy wings, and the frost on thy forehead is molten: thy lips are aglow As a lover's that kindle with kissing, and earth, with her raiment and tresses yet wasted and torn, Takes breath as she smiles in the grasp of thy passion to feel through her spirit the sense of thee flow.
III
Fain, fain would we see but again for an hour what the wind and the sun have dispelled and consumed, Those full deep swan-soft feathers of snow with whose luminous burden the branches implumed Hung heavily, curved as a half-bent bow, and fledged not as birds are, but petalled as flowers, Each tree-top and branchlet a pinnacle jewelled and carved, or a fountain that shines as it showers, But fixed as a fountain is fixed not, and wrought not to last till by time or by tempest entombed, As a pinnacle carven and gilded of men: for the date of its doom is no more than an hour's, One hour of the sun's when the warm wind wakes him to wither the snow-flowers that froze as they bloomed.
IV
As the sunshine quenches the snowshine; as April subdues thee, and yields up his kingdom to May; So time overcomes the regret that is born of delight as it passes in passion away, And leaves but a dream for desire to rejoice in or mourn for with tears or thanksgivings; but thou,
Produced by Paul Murray, Lisa Reigel, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
Poems and Ballads
Third Series
By
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Taken from The Collected Poetical Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne--Vol. III
THE COLLECTED POETICAL WORKS OF ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
VOL. III
POEMS & BALLADS
(SECOND AND THIRD SERIES)
AND
SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES
SWINBURNE'S POETICAL WORKS
I. POEMS AND BALLADS (First Series).
II. SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE, AND SONGS OF TWO NATIONS.
III. POEMS AND BALLADS (Second and Third Series), and SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES.
IV. TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE, THE TALE OF BALEN, ATALANTA IN CALYDON, ERECHTHEUS.
V. STUDIES IN SONG, A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS, SONNETS ON ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS, THE HEPTALOGIA, ETC.
VI. A MIDSUMMER HOLIDAY, ASTROPHEL, A CHANNEL PASSAGE AND OTHER POEMS.
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
POEMS & BALLADS
(SECOND AND THIRD SERIES)
AND
SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES
By
Algernon Charles Swinburne
1917
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
_First printed (Chatto), 1904_
_Reprinted 1904, '09, '10, '12_
_(Heinemann), 1917_
_London: William Heinemann, 1917_
POEMS AND BALLADS
THIRD SERIES
PAGE MARCH: AN ODE 169
THE COMMONWEAL 174
THE ARMADA 187
TO A SEAMEW 211
PAN AND THALASSIUS 215
A BALLAD OF BATH 222
IN A GARDEN 224
A RHYME 226
BABY-BIRD 228
OLIVE 230
A WORD WITH THE WIND 234
NEAP-TIDE 238
BY THE WAYSIDE 241
NIGHT 243
IN TIME OF MOURNING 244
THE INTERPRETERS 245
THE RECALL 248
BY TWILIGHT 249
A BABY'S EPITAPH 250
ON THE DEATH OF SIR HENRY TAYLOR 251
IN MEMORY OF JOHN WILLIAM INCHBOLD 252
NEW YEAR'S DAY 257
TO SIR RICHARD F. BURTON 258
NELL GWYN 259
CALIBAN ON ARIEL 260
THE WEARY WEDDING 261
THE WINDS 270
A LYKE-WAKE SONG 271
A REIVER'S NECK-VERSE 272
THE WITCH-MOTHER 273
THE BRIDE'S TRAGEDY 276
A JACOBITE'S FAREWELL 281
A JACOBITE'S EXILE 282
THE TYNESIDE WIDOW 286
DEDICATION 289
POEMS AND BALLADS
THIRD SERIES
TO
WILLIAM BELL SCOTT
POET AND PAINTER
I DEDICATE THESE POEMS
IN MEMORY OF MANY YEARS
MARCH: AN ODE
1887
I
Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight, The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfil us in sleep with delight; The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops and branches that glittered and swayed Such wonders and glories of blossomlike snow or of frost that outlightens all flowers till it fade That the sea was not lovelier than here was the land, nor the night than the day, nor the day than the night, Nor the winter sublimer with storm than the spring: such mirth had the madness and might in thee made, March, master of winds, bright minstrel and marshal of storms that enkindle the season they smite.
II
And now that the rage of thy rapture is satiate with revel and ravin and spoil of the snow, And the branches it brightened are broken, and shattered the tree-tops that only thy wrath could lay low, How should not thy lovers rejoice in thee, leader and lord of the year that exults to be born So strong in thy strength and so glad of thy gladness whose laughter puts winter and sorrow to scorn? Thou hast shaken the snows from thy wings, and the frost on thy forehead is molten: thy lips are aglow As a lover's that kindle with kissing, and earth, with her raiment and tresses yet wasted and torn, Takes breath as she smiles in the grasp of thy passion to feel through her spirit the sense of thee flow.
III
Fain, fain would we see but again for an hour what the wind and the sun have dispelled and consumed, Those full deep swan-soft feathers of snow with whose luminous burden the branches implumed Hung heavily, curved as a half-bent bow, and fledged not as birds are, but petalled as flowers, Each tree-top and branchlet a pinnacle jewelled and carved, or a fountain that shines as it showers, But fixed as a fountain is fixed not, and wrought not to last till by time or by tempest entombed, As a pinnacle carven and gilded of men: for the date of its doom is no more than an hour's, One hour of the sun's when the warm wind wakes him to wither the snow-flowers that froze as they bloomed.
IV
As the sunshine quenches the snowshine; as April subdues thee, and yields up his kingdom to May; So time overcomes the regret that is born of delight as it passes in passion away, And leaves but a dream for desire to rejoice in or mourn for with tears or thanksgivings; but thou,
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