III Venice Out of the dark pure twilight, where the stream Flows glimmering, streaked by many a birdlike bark That skims the gloom whence towers and bridges gleam Out of the dark, Once more a face no glance might choose but mark Shone pale and bright, with eyes whose deep slow beam Made quick the twilight, lifeless else and stark. The same it seemed, or mystery made it seem, Algernon Charles Swinburne TO CATULLUS My brother, my Valerius, dearest head Of all whose crowning bay-leaves crown their mother, No dust that death or time can strew may smother From loves and hates at one with one another. To thee was Cæsar's self nor dear nor dread, Algernon Charles Swinburne Dead and gone, the days we had together, Round them, flown as flies the blown-foam's feather, Where we went, we twain, in time foregone, Bound am I with time as with a tether; II Above the sea and sea-washed town we dwelt, Free from all heed of aught at all were we, The Norman downs with bright gray waves for belt Above the sea. III Cliffs and downs and headlands which the forward-hasting These, or ever man was, were: the same sky frowns, These we loved of old: but now for me the blasting Breath of death makes dull the bright small seaward towns, Clothes with human change these all but everlasting Cliffs and downs. Algernon Charles Swinburne TWO PRELUDES I Lohengrin Love, out of the depth of things, Love, heard from the heights thereof, Draws close as the clouds remove. And the soul in it speaks and sings, Love. II Tristan und Isolde Fate out of the deep sea's gloom, Fate, Fate, laden with fears in wait, Draws close through the clouds that loom, More dark than a dead world's tomb, More deep than the wide sea's womb, Algernon Charles Swinburne A ROUNDEL (1915) A year ago were love and mirth And Youth's gay, careless flow; Love came with her enchanting glow, And doubly blessed his happy birth; Beneath a nameless mound of earth Leaving a void in hearts that knew no dearth Arthur Compton-Rickett BETWEEN THE SHOWERS Between the showers I went my way, The glistening street was bright with flowers; It seemed that March had turned to May. Between the showers. Above the shining roofs and towers The blue broke forth athwart the grey; Birds carolled in their leafless bowers, Hither and thither, swift and gay, The people chased the changeful hours; And you, you passed and smiled that day, Between the showers. Amy Levy STRAW IN THE STREET Straw in the street where I pass to-day Dulls the sound of the wheels and feet. 'Tis for a failing life they lay Straw in the street. Here, where the pulses of London beat, The hurrying people go their way, Amy Levy A ROUNDEL OF REST If rest is sweet at shut of day For tired hands and tired feet, How sweet at last to rest for aye, If rest is sweet! We work or work not through the heat: When the last dawns are fallen on grey Arthur Symons |