{"id":50,"date":"2002-09-21T19:31:32","date_gmt":"2002-09-22T03:31:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jokeofalltrades.com\/root\/?p=50"},"modified":"2002-09-21T19:31:32","modified_gmt":"2002-09-22T03:31:32","slug":"imitation-of-swinburne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/2002\/09\/21\/imitation-of-swinburne\/","title":{"rendered":"Imitation of Swinburne"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"stanza\">\nLet us make haste, depart ; she will not dance.<br \/>\nLet us quaff our drinks and move to France.<br \/>\nShe would not pluck the fruit from off the vine,<br \/>\nNor help our Bacchanal one step advance.<br \/>\nHow humourless she is! like hemlock wine ;<br \/>\nYea, though we poured a thousand ants into her pants,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She would not dance.\n<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>\n&#8230;\n<\/p>\n<p>\nThe original that inspired my &#8220;imitation&#8221; is, naturally:\n<\/p>\n<h3>A Leave-Taking<\/h3>\n<p class=\"stanza\">\nLet us go hence, my songs ; she will not hear.<br \/>\nLet us go hence together without fear ;<br \/>\nKeep silence now, for singing-time is over,<br \/>\nAnd over all old things and all things dear.<br \/>\nShe loves not you nor me as all we love her.<br \/>\nYea, though we sang as angels in her ear,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She would not hear.\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"stanza\">\nLet us rise up and part ; she will not know.<br \/>\nLet us go seaward as the great winds go,<br \/>\nFull of blown sand and foam ; what help is here ?<br \/>\nThere is no help, for all these things are so,<br \/>\nAnd all the world is bitter as a tear.<br \/>\nAnd how these things are, though ye strove to show,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She would not know.\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"stanza\">\nLet us go home and hence ; she will not weep.<br \/>\nWe gave love many dreams and days to keep,<br \/>\nFlowers without scent, and fruits that would not grow,<br \/>\nSaying, &#8216; If thou wilt, thrust in thy sickle and reap.&#8217;<br \/>\nAll is reaped now ; no grass is left to mow ;<br \/>\nAnd we that sowed, though all we fell on sleep,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She would not weep.\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"stanza\">\nLet us go hence and rest ; she will not love.<br \/>\nShe shall not hear us if we sing hereof,<br \/>\nNor see love&#8217;s ways, how sore they are and steep.<br \/>\nCome hence, let be, lie still ; it is enough.<br \/>\nLove is a barren sea, bitter and deep ;<br \/>\nAnd though she saw all heaven in flower above,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She would not love.\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"stanza\">\nLet us give up, go down ; she will not care.<br \/>\nThough all the stars made gold of all the air,<br \/>\nAnd the sea moving saw before it move<br \/>\nOne moon-flower making all the foam-flowers fair ;<br \/>\nThough all those waves went over us, and drove<br \/>\nDeep down the stifling lips and drowning hair,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She would not care.\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"stanza\">\nLet us go hence, go hence; she will not see.<br \/>\nSing all once more together ; surely she,<br \/>\nShe too, remembering days and words that were,<br \/>\nWill turn a little toward us, sighing ; but we,<br \/>\nWe are hence, we are gone, as though we had not been there.<br \/>\nNay, and though all men seeing had pity on me,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She would not see.\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"author\">\n&#8212;Algernon Charles Swinburne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Let us make haste, depart ; she will not dance. Let us quaff our drinks and move to France. She would not pluck the fruit from off the vine, Nor help our Bacchanal one step advance. 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