Algernon Charles Swinburne - Christopher Marlowe

Algernon Charles Swinburne - Christopher Marlowe

Crowned, girdled, garbed and shod with light and fire, br Son first-born of the morning, sovereign star! br Soul nearest ours of all, that wert most far. br Most far off in the abysm of time, thy lyre br Hung highest above the dawn-enkindled quire br Where all ye sang together, all that are, br And all the starry songs behind thy car br Rang sequence, all our souls acclaim thee sire. br "If all the pens that ever poets held br Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts," br And as with rush of hurtling chariots br The flight of all their spirits were impelled br Toward one great end, thy glory -- nay, not then, br Not yet might'st thou be praised enough of men.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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