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A Roundel Of Rabelais Post by :jeffk Category :Poems Author :Algernon Charles Swinburne Date :May 2011 Read :1356

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A Roundel Of Rabelais

Theleme is afar on the waters, adrift and afar,
Afar and afloat on the waters that flicker and gleam,
And we feel but her fragrance and see but the shadows that mar
Theleme.

In the sun-coloured mists of the sunrise and sunset that steam
As incense from urns of the twilight, her portals ajar
Let pass as a shadow the light of the sound of a dream.

But the laughter that rings from her cloisters that know not a bar
So kindles delight in desire that the souls in us deem
He erred not, the seer who discerned on the seas as a star
Theleme.





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Algernon Charles Swinburne's poem: Roundel Of Rabelais

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