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Algernon Charles Swinburne: Sunrise

Algernon Charles Swinburne

(1837-1909)

S u n r i s e


If the wind and the sunlight of April and August had mingled the

past and hereafter

In a single adorable season whose life were a rapture of love and

of laughter,

And the blithest of singers were back with a song; if again from

his tomb as from prison,

If again from the night or the twilight of ages Aristophanes had

arisen,

With the gold-feathered wings of a bird that were also a god upon

earth at his shoulders,

And the gold-flowing laugh of the manhood of old at his lips, for a

joy to beholders,

He alone unrebuked of presumption were able to set to some adequate

measure

The delight of our eyes in the dawn that restores them the sun of

their sense and the pleasure.

For the days of the darkness of spirit are over for all of us here,

and the season

When desire was a longing, and absence a thorn, and rejoicing a

word without reason.

For the roof overhead of the pines is astir with delight as of

jubilant voices,

And the floor underfoot of the bracken and heather alive as a heart

that rejoices.

For the house that was childless awhile, and the light of it

darkened, the pulse of it dwindled,

Rings radiant again with a child’s bright feet, with the light of

his face is rekindled.

And the ways of the meadows that knew him, the sweep of the down

that the sky’s belt closes,

Grow gladder at heart than the soft wind made them whose feet were

but fragrant with roses,

Though the fall of the year be upon us, who trusted in June and by

June were defrauded,

And the summer that brought us not back the desire of our eyes be

gone hence unapplauded.

For July came joyless among us, and August went out from us arid

and sterile,

And the hope of our hearts, as it seemed, was no more than a flower

that the seasons imperil,

And the joy of our hearts, as it seemed, than a thought which

regret had not heart to remember,

Till four dark months overpast were atoned for, and summer began in

September.

Hark, April again as a bird in the house with a child’s voice

hither and thither:

See, May in the garden again with a child’s face cheering the woods

ere they wither.

June laughs in the light of his eyes, and July on the sunbright

cheeks of him slumbers,

And August glows in a smile more sweet than the cadence of

gold-mouthed numbers.

In the morning the sight of him brightens the sun, and the noon

with delight in him flushes,

And the silence of nightfall is music about him as soft as the

sleep that it hushes.

We awake with a sense of a sunrise that is not a gift of the

sundawn’s giving,

And a voice that salutes us is sweeter than all sounds else in the

world of the living,

And a presence that warms us is brighter than all in the world of

our visions beholden,

Though the dreams of our sleep were as those that the light of a

world without grief makes golden.

For the best that the best of us ever devised as a likeness of

heaven and its glory,

What was it of old, or what is it and will be for ever, in song or

in story,

Or in shape or in colour of carven or painted resemblance, adored

of all ages,

But a vision recorded of children alive in the pictures of old or

the pages?

Where children are not, heaven is not, and heaven if they come not

again shall be never:

But the face and the voice of a child are assurance of heaven and

its promise for ever.

 

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