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Autumn and Winter

    By Algernon Charles Swinburne



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?



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From "A Century of Roundels"


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