T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Before Dawn
By Algernon Charles Swinburne (18371909)(From Poems and Ballads, 1866) |
SWEET life, if life were stronger, | |
Earth clear of years that wrong her, | |
Then two things might live longer, | |
Two sweeter things than they; | |
Delight, the rootless flower, | 5 |
And love, the bloomless bower; | |
Delight that lives an hour, | |
And love that lives a day. | |
From evensong to daytime, | |
When April melts in Maytime, | 10 |
Love lengthens out his playtime, | |
Love lessens breath by breath, | |
And kiss by kiss grows older | |
On listless throat or shoulder | |
Turned sideways now, turned colder | 15 |
Than life that dreams of death. | |
This one thing once worth giving | |
Life gave, and seemed worth living; | |
Sin sweet beyond forgiving | |
And brief beyond regret: | 20 |
To laugh and love together | |
And weave with foam and feather | |
And wind and words the tether | |
Our memories play with yet. | |
Ah, one thing worth beginning, | 25 |
One thread in life worth spinning, | |
Ah sweet, one sin worth sinning | |
With all the whole soul’s will; | |
To lull you till one stilled you, | |
To kiss you till one killed you, | 30 |
To feed you till one filled you, | |
Sweet lips, if love could fill; | |
To hunt sweet Love and lose him | |
Between white arms and bosom, | |
Between the bud and blossom, | 35 |
Between your throat and chin; | |
To say of shame—what is it? | |
Of virtue—we can miss it, | |
Of sin—we can but kiss it, | |
And it’s no longer sin: | 40 |
To feel the strong soul, stricken | |
Through fleshly pulses, quicken | |
Beneath swift sighs that thicken, | |
Soft hands and lips that smite; | |
Lips that no love can tire, | 45 |
With hands that sting like fire, | |
Weaving the web Desire | |
To snare the bird Delight. | |
But love so lightly plighted, | |
Our love with torch unlighted, | 50 |
Paused near us unaffrighted, | |
Who found and left him free; | |
None, seeing us cloven in sunder, | |
Will weep or laugh or wonder; | |
Light love stands clear of thunder, | 55 |
And safe from winds at sea. | |
As, when late larks give warning | |
Of dying lights and dawning, | |
Night murmurs to the morning, | |
“Lie still, O love, lie still;” | 60 |
And half her dark limbs cover | |
The white limbs of her lover, | |
With amorous plumes that hover | |
And fervent lips that chill; | |
As scornful day represses | 65 |
Night’s void and vain caresses, | |
And from her cloudier tresses | |
Unwinds the gold of his, | |
With limbs from limbs dividing | |
And breath by breath subsiding; | 70 |
For love has no abiding, | |
But dies before the kiss; | |
So hath it been, so be it; | |
For who shall live and flee it? | |
But look that no man see it | 75 |
Or hear it unaware; | |
Lest all who love and choose him | |
See Love, and so refuse him; | |
For all who find him lose him, | |
But all have found him fair. | 80 |