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Vol. I
No. 5
FEBRUARY, 1913
POEMS
BY ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE
SWINBURNE, AN ELEGY
I
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THE autumn dusk, not yearly but eternal,
Is haunted by thy voice.
Who turns his way far from the valleys vernal
And by dark choice
Disturbs those heights which from the low-lying land
Rise sheerly toward the heavens, with thee may stand
And hear thy thunders down the mountains strown.
But none save him who shares thy prophet-sight
Shall thence behold what cosmic dawning-light
Met thy soul's own.
II
Master of music! unmelodious singing
Must build thy praises now.
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