A Forsaken Garden

By Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837–1909
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
       At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
       The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses
       The steep square slope of the blossomless bed
Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses
               Now lie dead.

The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken,
       To the low last edge of the long lone land.
If a step should sound or a word be spoken,
       Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand?
So long have the grey bare walks lain guestless,
       Through branches and briars if a man make way,
He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, restless
               Night and day.

The dense hard passage is blind and stifled
       That crawls by a track none turn to climb
To the strait waste place that the years have rifled
       Of all but the thorns that are touched not of time.
The thorns he spares when the rose is taken;
       The rocks are left when he wastes the plain.
The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken,
               These remain.

Not a flower to be pressed of the foot that falls not;
       As the heart of a dead man the seed-plots are dry;
From the thicket of thorns whence the nightingale calls not,
       Could she call, there were never a rose to reply.
Over the meadows that blossom and wither
       Rings but the note of a sea-bird's song;
Only the sun and the rain come hither
               All year long.

The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels
       One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath.
Only the wind here hovers and revels
       In a round where life seems barren as death.
Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping,
       Haply, of lovers none ever will know,
Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping
               Years ago.

Heart handfast in heart as they stood, "Look thither,"
       Did he whisper? "look forth from the flowers to the sea;
For the foam-flowers endure when the rose-blossoms wither,
       And men that love lightly may die—but we?"
And the same wind sang and the same waves whitened,
       And or ever the garden's last petals were shed,
In the lips that had whispered, the eyes that had lightened,
               Love was dead.

Or they loved their life through, and then went whither?
       And were one to the end—but what end who knows?
Love deep as the sea as a rose must wither,
       As the rose-red seaweed that mocks the rose.
Shall the dead take thought for the dead to love them?
       What love was ever as deep as a grave?
They are loveless now as the grass above them
               Or the wave.

All are at one now, roses and lovers,
       Not known of the cliffs and the fields and the sea.
Not a breath of the time that has been hovers
       In the air now soft with a summer to be.
Not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons hereafter
       Of the flowers or the lovers that laugh now or weep,
When as they that are free now of weeping and laughter
               We shall sleep.

Here death may deal not again for ever;
       Here change may come not till all change end.
From the graves they have made they shall rise up never,
       Who have left nought living to ravage and rend.
Earth, stones, and thorns of the wild ground growing,
       While the sun and the rain live, these shall be;
Till a last wind's breath upon all these blowing
               Roll the sea.

Till the slow sea rise and the sheer cliff crumble,
       Till terrace and meadow the deep gulfs drink,
Till the strength of the waves of the high tides humble
       The fields that lessen, the rocks that shrink,
Here now in his triumph where all things falter,
       Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread,
As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,
               Death lies dead.

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Poet Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837–1909

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Gardening, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, Landscapes & Pastorals, Trees & Flowers, Nature, Activities

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 Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Swinburne was one of the most accomplished lyric poets of the Victorian era and was a preeminent symbol of rebellion against the conservative values of his time. The explicit and often pathological sexual themes of his most important collection of poetry, Poems and Ballads (1866), delighted some, shocked many, and became the dominant feature of Swinburne's image as both an artist and an individual. Nevertheless, critics have . . .

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SUBJECT Gardening, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, Landscapes & Pastorals, Trees & Flowers, Nature, Activities

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

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