Men, centuries, nations, time, Life, death, love, trust, and crime, Rang record through the change of smitten strings That felt an exile's hand Sound hope for every land More loud than storm's cloud-sundering trumpet rings, And bid strong death for judgment rise, And life bow down for judgment of his awless eyes.
"A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems"
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Truth, flawless and awless, Do falsehood what it can, Makes royal the loyal And simple heart of man.
"A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems"
Algernon Charles Swinburne