A Roundel of RabelaisFrançoisRabelaisRabelais, FrançoisTranslatorAlgernon CharlesSwinburneSwinburne, Algernon Charles
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DVPP Project TeamSamantha MacFarlaneSamantha MacFarlaneUniversity of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical PoetryVictoria, BC, Canada
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A Roundel of Rabelais
Theleme is afar on the waters, adrift and afar,Afar and afloat on the waters that flicker and gleam,And we feel but her fragrance and see but the shadows that marTheleme.In the sun-coloured mists of the sunrise and sunset that steamAs incense from urns of the twilight, her portals ajarLet pass as a shadow the light or the sound of a dream.But the laughter that rings from her cloisters that know not a barSo kindles delight in desire that the souls in us deemHe erred not, the seer who discerned on the seas as a starTheleme.A. C. Swinburne.
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