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A Double Ballad Of August

    By Algernon Charles Swinburne



    All Afric, winged with death and fire,
    Pants in our pleasant English air.
    Each blade of grass is tense as wire,
    And all the wood’s loose trembling hair
    Stark in the broad and breathless glare
    Of hours whose touch wastes herb and tree.
    This bright sharp death shines everywhere;
    Life yearns for solace toward the sea.
    Earth seems a corpse upon the pyre;
    The sun, a scourge for slaves to bear.
    All power to fear, all keen desire,
    Lies dead as dreams of days that were
    Before the new-born world lay bare
    In heaven’s wide eye, whereunder we
    Lie breathless till the season spare:
    Life yearns for solace toward the sea.
    Fierce hours, with ravening fangs that tire
    On spirit and sense, divide and share
    The throbs of thoughts that scarce respire,
    The throes of dreams that scarce forbear
    One mute immitigable prayer
    For cold perpetual sleep to be
    Shed snowlike on the sense of care.
    Life yearns for solace toward the sea.
    The dust of ways where men suspire
    Seems even the dust of death’s dim lair.
    But though the feverish days be dire
    The sea-wind rears and cheers its fair
    Blithe broods of babes that here and there
    Make the sands laugh and glow for glee
    With gladder flowers than gardens wear.
    Life yearns for solace toward the sea.
    The music dies not off the lyre
    That lets no soul alive despair.
    Sleep strikes not dumb the breathless choir
    Of waves whose note bids sorrow spare.
    As glad they sound, as fast they fare,
    As when fate’s word first set them free
    And gave them light and night to wear.
    Life yearns for solace toward the sea.
    For there, though night and day conspire
    To compass round with toil and snare
    And changeless whirl of change, whose gyre
    Draws all things deathwards unaware,
    The spirit of life they scourge and scare,
    Wild waves that follow on waves that flee
    Laugh, knowing that yet, though earth despair,
    Life yearns for solace toward the sea.



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From "A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems"


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