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A Dark Month From Swinburne's Collected Poetical Works Vol. V
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class="i1">Says love to the night.
XXIV
Good things I keep to console me
For lack of the best of all,
A child to command and control me,
Bid come and remain at his call.
For lack of the best of all,
A child to command and control me,
Bid come and remain at his call.
Sun, wind, and woodland and highland,
Give all that ever they gave:
But my world is a cultureless island,
My spirit a masterless slave.
Give all that ever they gave:
But my world is a cultureless island,
My spirit a masterless slave.
And friends are about me, and better
At summons of no man stand:
But I pine for the touch of a fetter,
The curb of a strong king's hand.
At summons of no man stand:
But I pine for the touch of a fetter,
The curb of a strong king's hand.
Each hour of the day in her season
Is mine to be served as I will:
And for no more exquisite reason
Are all served idly and ill.
Is mine to be served as I will:
And for no more exquisite reason
Are all served idly and ill.
By slavery my sense is corrupted,
My soul not fit to be free:
I would fain be controlled, interrupted,
Compelled as a thrall may be.
My soul not fit to be free:
I would fain be controlled, interrupted,
Compelled as a thrall may be.
For fault of spur and of bridle
I tire of my stall to death:
My sail flaps joyless and idle
For want of a small child's breath.
I tire of my stall to death:
My sail flaps joyless and idle
For want of a small child's breath.
XXV
Whiter and whiter
The dark lines grow,
And broader opens and brighter
The sense of the text below.
The dark lines grow,
And broader opens and brighter
The sense of the text below.
Nightfall and morrow
Bring nigher the boy
Whom wanting we want not sorrow,
Whom having we want no joy.
Bring nigher the boy
Whom wanting we want not sorrow,
Whom having we want no joy.
Clearer and clearer
The sweet sense grows
Of the word which hath summer for hearer,
The word on the lips of the rose.
The sweet sense grows
Of the word which hath summer for hearer,
The word on the lips of the rose.
Duskily dwindles
Each deathlike day,
Till June rearising rekindles
The depth of the darkness of May.
Each deathlike day,
Till June rearising rekindles
The depth of the darkness of May.
XXVI
"In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere."
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere."
Stars in heaven are many,
Suns in heaven but one:
Nor for man may any
Star supplant the sun.
Suns in heaven but one:
Nor for man may any
Star supplant the sun.
Many a child as joyous
As our far-off king
Meets as though to annoy us
In the paths of spring.
As our far-off king
Meets as though to annoy us
In the paths of spring.
Sure as spring gives warning,
All things dance in tune:
Sun on Easter morning,
Cloud and windy moon,
All things dance in tune:
Sun on Easter morning,
Cloud and windy moon,
Stars between the tossing
Boughs of tuneful trees,
Sails of ships recrossing
Leagues of dancing seas;
Boughs of tuneful trees,
Sails of ships recrossing
Leagues of dancing seas;
Best, in all this playtime,
Best of all in tune,
Girls more glad than Maytime,
Boys more bright than June;
Best of all in tune,
Girls more glad than Maytime,
Boys more bright than June;
Mixed with all those dances,
Far through field and street
Sing their silent glances,
Ring their radiant feet.
Far through field and street
Sing their silent glances,
Ring their radiant feet.
Flowers wherewith May crowned us
Fall ere June be crowned:
Children blossom round us
All the whole year round.
Fall ere June be crowned:
Children blossom round us
All the whole year round.
Is the garland worthless
For one rose the less,
And the feast made mirthless?
Love, at least, says yes.
For one rose the less,
And the feast made mirthless?
Love, at least, says yes.
Strange it were, with many
Stars enkindling air,
Should but one find any
Welcome: strange it were,
Stars enkindling air,
Should but one find any
Welcome: strange it were,
Had one star alone won
Praise for light from far:
Nay, love needs his own one
Bright particular star.
Praise for light from far:
Nay, love needs his own one
Bright particular star.
Hope and recollection
Only lead him right
In its bright reflection
And collateral light.
Only lead him right
In its bright reflection
And collateral light.
Find as yet we may not
Comfort in its sphere:
Yet these days will weigh not
When it warms us here;
Comfort in its sphere:
Yet these days will weigh not
When it warms us here;
None that seers importune
Till a sign be won:
Star of our good fortune,
Rise and reign, our sun!
Till a sign be won:
Star of our good fortune,
Rise and reign, our sun!
XXVII
I pass by the small room now forlorn
Where once each night as I passed I knew
A child's bright sleep from even to morn
Made sweet the whole night through.
Where once each night as I passed I knew
A child's bright sleep from even to morn
Made sweet the whole night through.
As a soundless shell, as a songless nest,
Seems now the room that was radiant then
And fragrant with his happier rest
Than that of slumbering men.
Seems now the room that was radiant then
And fragrant with his happier rest
Than that of slumbering men.
The day therein is less than the day,
The night is indeed night now therein:
Heavier the dark seems there to weigh,
And slower the dawns begin.
The night is indeed night now therein:
Heavier the dark seems there to weigh,
And slower the dawns begin.
As a nest fulfilled with birds, as a shell
Fulfilled with breath of a god's own hymn,
Again shall be this bare blank cell,
Made sweet again with him.
Fulfilled with breath of a god's own hymn,
Again shall be this bare blank cell,
Made sweet again with him.