Anonymous Plays [Ye too dim watchfires of some darkling hour]

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Title:     Anonymous Plays [Ye too dim watchfires of some darkling hour]
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne [More Titles by Swinburne]

Ye too, dim watchfires of some darkling hour,
Whose fame forlorn time saves not nor proclaims
For ever, but forgetfulness defames
And darkness and the shadow of death devour,
Lift up ye too your light, put forth your power,
Let the far twilight feel your soft small flames
And smile, albeit night name not even their names,
Ghost by ghost passing, flower blown down on flower:
That sweet-tongued shadow, like a star's that passed
Singing, and light was from its darkness cast
To paint the face of Painting fair with praise:[1]
And that wherein forefigured smiles the pure
Fraternal face of Wordsworth's Elidure
Between two child-faced masks of merrier days.[2]

[1] _Doctor Dodypol._

[2] _Nobody and Somebody._

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Algernon Charles Swinburne's poem: Anonymous Plays

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