And pierced with love of all things and with mirth Moved to make one with heaven and heavenlike earth And with the light live water. So awhile He watched the dim sea with a deepening smile, Whose swift foot's sound shook all the towers of Troy; So clothed with might, so girt upon with joy, As, ere the knife had shorn to feed the fire His glorious hair before the unkindled pyre Whereon the half of his great heart was laid, Stood, in the light of his live limbs arrayed, Child of heroic earth and heavenly sea, The flower of all men; scarce less bright than he, If any of all men latter-born might stand, That none may gird nor measure; and his heart Silent, and freer than birds or dreams are free To take the bright breast of the wave to his And on his lips the sharp sweet minute's kiss Given of the wave's lip for a breath's space curled And pure as at the daydawn of the world. And round him all the bright rough shuddering sea Kindled, as though the world were even as he, Heart-stung with exultation of desire; And all the life that moved him seemed to aspire, As all the sea's life toward the sun; and still Delight within him waxed with quickening will More smooth and strong and perfect as a flame That springs and spreads, till each glad limb be came A note of rapture in the tune of life, Live music mild and keen as sleep and strife: Till the sweet change that bids the sense grow sure Of deeper depth and purity more pure Wrapped him and lapped him round with clearer cold, And all the rippling green grew royal gold And mightier grew the joy to meet full-faced taste The rapture of its rolling strength, and cross Its flickering crown of snows that flash and toss Like plumes in battle's blithest charge, and thence To match the next with yet more strenuous sense; Till on his eyes the light beat hard and bade His face turn west and shoreward through the glad Swift revel of the waters golden-clad, And back with light reluctant heart he bore Across the broad-backed rollers in to shore, Strong-spirited for the chance and cheer of fight, And donned his arms again, and felt the might In all his limbs rejoice for strength, and praised God for such life as that whereon he gazed, And wist not surely its joy was even as fleet As that which laughed and lapsed against his feet, The bright thin grey foam-blossom, glad and hoar, That flings its flower along the flowerless shore On sand or shingle, and still with sweet strange snows As where one great white storm-dishevelled rose May rain her wild leaves on a windy land, And flower on flower falls flashing and anew No star in heaven, on earth no rose to see, But the white blown brief blossoms of the sea, That make her green gloom starrier than the sky, Dance yet before the tempest's tune, and die. To stretch of seas and imminence of skies, For the last time. The world's half heavenly face, The music of the silence of the place, The confluence and refluence of the sea, The wind's note ringing over wold and lea, Smote once more through him keen as fire that smote, Rang once more through him one reverberate note, That faded as he turned again and went, Algernon Charles Swinburne SWIMMING AT SUNRISE S one that ere a June day rise AS Makes seaward for the dawn, and tries The water with delighted limbs That taste the sweet dark sea, and swims Right eastward under strengthening skies, And sees the gradual rippling rims Of waves whence day breaks blossom-wise And softlier swimming with raised head So the soul seeking through the dark Of years that wear out memory; In the ear of souls that should be free; So points them toward the sun for mark Who steer not for the stress of waves, And seek strange helmsmen, and are slaves. For if the swimmer's eastward eye The hope that lifted him and led |