Verse > Anthologies > James and Mary Ford, eds. > Every Day in the Year
James and Mary Ford, eds.  Every Day in the Year.  1902.
September 17
In Memory of Walter Savage Landor
By Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909)
          A noted English poet and prose writer, who died Sept. 17, 1864.

BACK to the flower-town, side by side,
  The bright months bring,
New-born, the bridegroom and the bride,
  Freedom and spring.
The sweet land laughs from sea to sea,        5
  Filled full of sun;
All things come back to her, being free;
  All things but one.
In many a tender wheaten plot
  Flowers that were dead        10
Live, and old suns revive; but not
  That holier head.
By this white wandering waste of sea,
  Far north I hear
One face shall never turn to me        15
  As once this year:
Shall never smile and turn and rest
  On mine as there,
Nor one most sacred hand be prest
  Upon my hair.        20
I came as one whose thoughts half linger,
  Half run before;
The youngest to the oldest singer
  That England bore.
I found him whom I shall not find        25
  Till all grief end,
In holiest age our mightiest mind,
  Father and friend.
But thou, if anything endure,
  If hope there be,        30
O spirit that man’s life left pure,
  Man’s death set free,
Not with disdain of days that were
  Look earthward now;
Let dreams revive the reverend hair,        35
  The imperial brow;
Come back in sleep, for in the life
  Where thou art not
We find none like thee. Time and strife
  And the world’s lot        40
Move thee no more; but love at least
  And reverent heart
May move thee, royal and releast,
  Soul, as thou art.
And thou, his Florence, to thy trust        45
  Receive and keep,
Keep safe his dedicated dust,
  His sacred sleep.
So shall thy lovers, come from far,
  Mix with thy name        50
As morning-star with evening-star
  His faultless fame.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.