TUEMS OLD AND NEW

But mine goes forth among sea-gulfs hollow
To the place of the slaying of Itylus,
The feast of Daulis, the Thracian sea.

O swallow, sister, O rapid swallow,
I pray thee sing not a little space.

Are not the roofs and the lintels wet ?
The woven web that was plain to follow,
The small slain body, the flowerlike face,
Can I remember if thou forget ?

O sister, sister, thy first-begotten ! 10

The hands that cling and the feet that follow,

The voice of the child's blood crying yet,
Who hath remembered me ? who hath forgotten ?
Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow,
But the world shall end when I forget.

A. C. SWINBURNE

PIED BEAUTY
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow ;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that
swim ;
Fresh-firecoal ^chestnut-falls ; finches' wings ;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and
plough ; 20
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange ;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how ?)
With swift, slow ; sweet, sour ; adazzle, dim ;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change :
Praise Him.
GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
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