Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEDICATION 1878, by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Some nine years gone, as we dwelt together Last Line: Though the thought at its heart should be deep as the sea. Subject(s): Autumn; Friendship; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
SOME nine years gone, as we dwelt together In the sweet hushed heat of the south French weather Ere autumn fell on the vine-tressed hills Or the season had shed one rose-red feather, Friend, whose fame is a flame that fills All eyes it lightens and hearts it thrills With joy to be born of the blood which bred From a land that the grey sea girds and chills The heart and spirit and hand and head Whose might is as light on a dark day shed, On a day now dark as a land's decline Where all the peers of your praise are dead; In a land and season of corn and vine I pledged you a health from a beaker of mine But half-way filled to the lip's edge yet With hope for honey and song for wine. Nine years have risen and eight years set Since there by the wellspring our hands on it met: And the pledge of my songs that were then to be, I could wonder not, friend, though a friend should forget. For life's helm rocks to the windward and lee, And time is as wind, and as waves are we; And song is as foam that the sea-winds fret, Though the thought at its heart should be deep as the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |
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