 | The Poems of Algernon Charles Swinburne |  |
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CHANGE
But now life's face beholden
Seemed bright as heaven's bare brow
With hope of gifts withholden
But now.
Seemed bright as heaven's bare brow
With hope of gifts withholden
But now.
From time's full-flowering bough
Each bud spake bloom to embolden
Love's heart, and seal his vow.
Each bud spake bloom to embolden
Love's heart, and seal his vow.
Joy's eyes grew deep with olden
Dreams, born he wist not how;
Thought's meanest garb was golden;
But now!
Dreams, born he wist not how;
Thought's meanest garb was golden;
But now!
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