Chorus from "Atalanta in Calydon"
by Swinbourne Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance fallen from heaven; And madness risen from hell; Strength without hands to smite; Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And life the shadow of death. And the high gods took in hand Fire, and the falling of tears, And a measure of sliding sand From under the feet of the years; And froth and drift of the sea; And dust of the labouring earth; And bodies of things to be In the houses of death and of birth; And wrought with weeping and laughter, And fashioned with loathing and love, With life before and after And death beneath and above, For a day and a night and a morrow That his strength might endure for a span With travail and heavy sorrow the holy spirit of man. From the winds of the north and the south They gathered as unto strife; They breathed upon his mouth, They filled his body with life; Eyesight and speech the wrought For the veils of the soul therein, A time for labour and thought A time to serve and to sin; They gave him light in his ways And love, and a space for delight And beauty and length of days And night, and sleep in the night. His speech is a burning fire; With his lips he travaileth; In his heart is a blind desire In his eyes foreknowledge of death; He weaves, and is clothed with derision; Sows, and he shall not reap. His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.