Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems


Philip Massinger

Algernon Charles Swinburne

CLOUDS here and there arisen an hour past noon
    Chequered our English heaven with lengthening bars
    And shadow and sound of wheel-winged thunder-cars
Assembling strength to put forth tempest soon,
When the clear still warm concord of thy tune
    Rose under skies unscared by reddening Mars
    Yet, like a sound of silver speech of stars,
With full mild flame as of the mellowing moon.
Grave and great-hearted Massinger, thy face
High melancholy lights with loftier grace
    Than gilds the brows of revel: sad and wise,
The spirit of thought that moved thy deeper song,
Sorrow serene in soft calm scorn of wrong,
    Speaks patience yet from thy majestic eyes.

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