T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
King David
By Algernon Charles Swinburne (18371909)(From The Masque of Queen Bersabe; from Poems and Ballads, 1866) |
LORD GOD, alas, what shall I sain? | |
Lo, thou art as an hundred men | |
Both to break and build again: | |
The wild ways thou makest plain, | |
Thine hands hold the hail and rain, | 5 |
And thy fingers both grape and grain; | |
Of their largess we be all well fain, | |
And of their great pity: | |
The sun thou madest of good gold, | |
Of clean silver the moon cold, | 10 |
All the great stars thou hast told | |
As thy cattle in thy fold | |
Every one by his name of old; | |
Wind and water thou hast in hold, | |
Both the land and the long sea; | 15 |
Both the green sea and the land, | |
Lord God, thou hast in hand, | |
Both white water and grey sand; | |
Upon thy right or thy left hand | |
There is no man that may stand; | 20 |
Lord, thou rue on me. | |
O wise Lord, if thou be keen | |
To note things amiss that been, | |
I am not worth a shell of bean | |
More than an old mare meagre and lean; | 25 |
For all my wrong-doing with my queen, | |
It grew not of our heartès clean, | |
But it began of her body. | |
For it fell in the hot May | |
I stood within a paven way | 30 |
Built of fair bright stone, perfay, | |
That is as fire of night and day | |
And lighteth all my house. | |
Therein be neither stones nor sticks, | |
Neither red nor white bricks, | 35 |
But for cubits five or six | |
There is most goodly sardonyx | |
And amber laid in rows. | |
It goes round about my roofs, | |
(If ye list ye shall have proofs) | 40 |
There is good space for horse and hoofs, | |
Plain and nothing perilous. | |
For the fair green weather’s heat, | |
And for the smell of leavès sweet, | |
It is no marvel, will ye weet, | 45 |
A man to waxen amorous. | |
This I say now by my case | |
That spied forth of that royal place; | |
There I saw in no great space | |
Mine own sweet, both body and face, | 50 |
Under the fresh boughs. | |
In a water that was there | |
She wesshe her goodly body bare | |
And dried it with her own hair: | |
Both her arms and her knees fair, | 55 |
Both bosom and brows; | |
Both shoulders and eke thighs | |
Tho she wesshe upon this wise; | |
Ever she sighed with little sighs, | |
And ever she gave God thank. | 60 |
Yea, God wot I can well see yet | |
Both her breast and her sides all wet | |
And her long hair withouten let | |
Spread sideways like a drawing net; | |
Full dear bought and full far fet | 65 |
Was that sweet thing there y-set; | |
It were a hard thing to forget | |
How both lips and eyen met, | |
Breast and breath sank. | |
So goodly a sight as there she was, | 70 |
Lying looking on her glass | |
By wan water in green grass, | |
Yet saw never man. | |
So soft and great she was and bright | |
With all her body waxen white, | 75 |
I woxe nigh blind to see the light | |
Shed out of it to left and right; | |
This bitter sin from that sweet sight | |
Between us twain began. | |