Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

A Landscape By Courbet - Poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Low lies the mere beneath the moorside, still
And glad of silence: down the wood sweeps clear
To the utmost verge where fed with many a rill
Low lies the mere.

The wind speaks only summer: eye nor ear
Sees aught at all of dark, hears aught of shrill,
From sound or shadow felt or fancied here.

Strange, as we praise the dead man's might and skill,
Strange that harsh thoughts should make such heavy cheer,
While, clothed with peace by heaven's most gentle will,
Low lies the mere.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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