Change by Algernon Charles Swinburne
But now life's face beholden Seemed bright as heaven's bare brow With hope of gifts withholden But now.
From time's full-flowering bough Each bud spake bloom to embolden Love's heart, and seal his vow.
Joy's eyes grew deep with olden Dreams, born he wist not how; Thought's meanest garb was golden; But now!
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