What gain were mine?
Gossamer.
To Algernon Charles Swinburne.
Magician of song and of sound that enslaves the ear,
Subtle and sweet are the arts which to thee belong;
Varied thy chant as the lark’s which is heard so clear,
Magician of song.
Divine as the sound of billows that swell and throng
And crash with a music that gods might love to hear;