THE INTERPRETERS
Algernon Charles Swinburne
I
Days dawn on us that make amends for many
Sometimes,
When heaven and earth seem sweeter even than any
Man's rhymes.
Light had not all been quenched in France, or quelled
In Greece,
Had Homer sung not, or had Hugo held
His peace.
Had Sappho's self not left her word thus long
For token,
The sea round Lesbos yet in waves of song
Had spoken.
II
And yet these days of subtler air and finer
Delight,
When lovelier looks the darkness, and diviner
The light--
The gift they give of all these golden hours,
Whose urn
Pours forth reverberate rays or shadowing showers
In turn--
Clouds, beams, and winds that make the live day's track
Seem living--
What were they did no spirit give them back
Thanksgiving?