Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems


Anonymous Plays:

‘Arden of Feversham’

Algernon Charles Swinburne

MOTHER whose womb brought forth our man of men,
    Mother of Shakespeare, whom all time acclaims
    Queen therefore, sovereign queen of English dames,
Throned higher than sat thy sonless empress then,
Was it thy son’s young passion-guided pen
    Which drew, reflected from encircling flames,
    A figure marked by the earlier of thy names
Wife, and from all her wedded kinswomen
Marked by the sign of murderess? Pale and great,
    Great in her grief and sin, but in her death
    And anguish of her penitential breath
Greater than all her sin or sin-born fate,
    She stands, the holocaust of dark desire,
    Clothed round with song for ever as with fire.

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