Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems
A Ballad Of Death
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,
Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth
Upon the sides of mirth,
Cover thy lips and eyelids, let thine ears
Be filled with rumour of people sorrowing;
Make thee soft raiment out of woven sighs
Upon the flesh to cleave,
Set pains therein and many a grievous thing,
And many sorrows after each his wise
For armlet and for gorget and for sleeve.
O Love's lute heard about the lands of death,
Left hanged upon the trees that were therein;
O Love and Time and Sin,
Three singing mouths that mourn now ...
A baby shines as bright
If winter or if May be
On eyes that keep in sight
Though dark the skies or grey be,
It fills our eyes with light,
If midnight or midday be.