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Poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne


Before Parting


A month or twain to live on honeycomb
   Is pleasant; but one tires of scented time,
   Cold sweet recurrence of accepted rhyme,
And that strong purple under juice and foam
Where the wines heart has burst;
Nor feel the latter kisses like the first.

Once yet, this poor one time; I will not pray
   Even to change the bitterness of it,
   The bitter taste ensuing on the sweet,
To make your tears fall where your soft hair lay
All blurred and heavy in some perfumed wise
Over my face and eyes.

And yet who knows what end the scythèd wheat
   Makes of its foolish poppies mouths of red?
   These were not sown, these are not harvested,
They grow a month and are cast under feet
And none has care thereof,
As none has care of divided love.

I know each shadow of your lips by rote,
   Each change of love in eyelids and eyebrows;
   The fashion of fair temples tremulous
With tender blood, and colour of your throat;
I know not how love is gone out of this,
Seeing that all was his.

Loves likeness there endures upon all these:
   But out of these one shall not gather love.
   Day hath not strength nor the night shade enough
To make love whole and fill his lips with ease,
As some bee-builded cell
Feels at filled lips the heavy honey swell.

I know not how this last month leaves your hair
   Less full of purple colour and hid spice,
   And that luxurious trouble of closed eyes
Is mixed with meaner shadows and waste care;
And love, kissed out by pleasure, seems not yet
Worth patience to regret.



Algernon Charles Swinburne


Algernon Charles Swinburne's other poems:
  1. Hendecasyllabics
  2. Ave Atque Vale
  3. Dickens
  4. On the Russian Persecution of the Jews
  5. Sonnet for a Picture


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