Nature
VII
From Studies in Song, A Century of Roundels, Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets, The Heptalogia, Etc.
Though all things breathe or sound of fight
That yet make up your spell,
To bid you were to bid the light
Farewell.
Farewell the song says only, being
A star whose race is run:
Farewell the soul says never, seeing
The sun.
Yet, wellnigh as with flash of tears,
The song must say but so
That took your praise up twenty years
Ago.
More bright than stars or moons that vary,
Sun kindling heaven and hell,
Here, after all these years, Queen Mary,
Farewell.
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Swinburne, Algernon Charles. “VII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/swinburne/304/.
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Swinburne, Algernon Charles. “VII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/swinburne/304/.
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