Past Days
I.
Dead and gone, the days we had together,
Shadow-stricken all the lights that
Round them, flown as flies the blown foam's feather, Dead and gone.
Where we went, we twain, in time foregone,
Forth by land and sea, and cared not whether,
If I go again,
I go alone.
Bound am I with time as with a tether;
Thee perchance death leads enfranchised on,
Far from deathlike life and changeful weather, Dead and gone.
II.
Above the sea and sea-washed town we dwelt,
We twain together, two brief summers,
From heed of hours as light as clouds that melt Above the sea.
Free from all heed of aught at all were we,
Save chance of change that clouds or sunbeams
And gleam of heaven to windward or to lee.
The Norman downs with bright grey waves for
Were more for us than inland ways might be;
A clearer sense of nearer heaven was felt Above the sea.
II.
Cliffs and downs and headlands which the
Flight of dawn and eve empurples and embrowns,
Wings of wild sea-winds and stormy seasons wasting Cliffs and downs,
These, or ever man was, were: the same sky frowns,
Laughs, and lightens, as before his soul,
Times to be, conceived such hopes as time discrowns.
These we loved of old: but now for me the
Breath of death makes dull the bright small seaward towns,
Clothes with human change these all but everlasting Cliffs and downs.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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