Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)
March: An Ode
1Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight,
2The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfil us in sleep with delight;
3The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops and branches that glittered and swayed
4Such wonders and glories of blossomlike snow or of frost that outlightens all flowers till it fade
5That the sea was not lovelier than here was the land, nor the night than the day, nor the day than the night,
6Nor the winter sublimer with storm than the spring: such mirth had the madness and might in thee made,
7March, master of winds, bright minstrel and marshal of storms that enkindle the season they smite.
8And now that the rage of thy rapture is satiate with revel and ravin and spoil of the snow,
9And the branches it brightened are broken, and shattered the tree-tops that only thy wrath could lay low,
10How should not thy lovers rejoice in thee, leader and lord of the year that exults to be born
11So strong in thy strength and so glad of thy gladness whose laughter puts winter and sorrow to scorn?
12Thou hast shaken the snows from thy wings, and the frost on thy forehead is molten: thy lips are aglow
13As a lover's that kindle with kissing, and earth, with her raiment and tresses yet wasted and torn,
14Takes breath as she smiles in the grasp of thy passion to feel through her spirit the sense of thee flow.
15Fain, fain would we see but again for an hour what the wind and the sun have dispelled and consumed,
16Those full deep swan-soft feathers of snow with whose luminous burden the branches implumed
17Hung heavily, curved as a half-bent bow, and fledged not as birds are, but petalled as flowers,
18Each tree-top and branchlet a pinnacle jewelled and carved, or a fountain that shines as it showers,
19But fixed as a fountain is fixed not, and wrought not to last till by time or by tempest entombed,
20As a pinnacle carven and gilded of men: for the date of its doom is no more than an hour's,
21One hour of the sun's when the warm wind wakes him to wither the snow-flowers that froze as they bloomed.
22As the sunshine quenches the snowshine; as April subdues thee, and yields up his kingdom to May;
23So time overcomes the regret that is born of delight as it passes in passion away,
24And leaves but a dream for desire to rejoice in or mourn for with tears or thanksgivings; but thou,
25Bright god that art gone from us, maddest and gladdest of months, to what goal hast thou gone from us now?
26For somewhere surely the storm of thy laughter that lightens, the beat of thy wings that play,
27Must flame as a fire through the world, and the heavens that we know not rejoice in thee: surely thy brow
28Hath lost not its radiance of empire, thy spirit the joy that impelled it on quest as for prey.
29Are thy feet on the ways of the limitless waters, thy wings on the winds of the waste north sea?
30Are the fires of the false north dawn over heavens where summer is stormful and strong like thee
31Now bright in the sight of thine eyes? are the bastions of icebergs assailed by the blast of thy breath?
32Is it March with the wild north world when April is waning? the word that the changed year saith,
33Is it echoed to northward with rapture of passion reiterate from spirits triumphant as we
34Whose hearts were uplift at the blast of thy clarions as men's rearisen from a sleep that was death
35And kindled to life that was one with the world's and with thine? hast thou set not the whole world free?
36For the breath of thy lips is freedom, and freedom's the sense of thy spirit, the sound of thy song,
37Glad god of the north-east wind, whose heart is as high as the hands of thy kingdom are strong,
38Thy kingdom whose empire is terror and joy, twin-featured and fruitful of births divine,
39Days lit with the flame of the lamps of the flowers, and nights that are drunken with dew for wine,
40And sleep not for joy of the stars that deepen and quicken, a denser and fierier throng,
41And the world that thy breath bade whiten and tremble rejoices at heart as they strengthen and shine,
42And earth gives thanks for the glory bequeathed her, and knows of thy reign that it wrought not wrong.
43Thy spirit is quenched not, albeit we behold not thy face in the crown of the steep sky's arch,
44And the bold first buds of the whin wax golden, and witness arise of the thorn and the larch:
45Wild April, enkindled to laughter and storm by the kiss of the wildest of winds that blow,
46Calls loud on his brother for witness; his hands that were laden with blossom are sprinkled with snow,
47And his lips breathe winter, and laugh, and relent; and the live woods feel not the frost's flame parch;
48For the flame of the spring that consumes not but quickens is felt at the heart of the forest aglow,
49And the sparks that enkindled and fed it were strewn from the hands of the gods of the winds of March.
Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department
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Original text: Swinburne's Collected Poetical Works, 2 vols. (London: William Heinemann, 1924): I, 465-69.
First publication date:
Publication date note: The Nineteenth Century (June 1887): 781-91; then Poems and Ballads, 3rd series (London: Chatto and Windus, 1889): 1-6.
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: RPO (1999).
Recent editing: 2:2002/5/2
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