Algernon Charles Swinburne

“ Seeing with their flamelets risen all heaven grow glad
For love thereof it had
And lovely joy of loving; so may these
Make bright with welcome now their southern seas.
⁠O happy stars, whose mirth
⁠The saddest soul on earth
That ever soared and sang found strong to bless,
Lightening his life's harsh load of heaviness
⁠With comfort sown like seed
⁠In dream though not in deed
On sprinkled wastes of darkling thought divine,
Let all your lights now shine
With all as glorious gladness on his eyes
For whom indeed and not in dream they rise. ”

“ To eyes with eyes that commune, hand with hand,
And the old warm bosom of all our mother-land.
⁠Earth and sea-wind and sea
⁠And stars and sunlight be
Alike all prosperous for him, and all hours
Have all one heart, and all that heart as ours. ”