A Channel Passage and Other Poems/On the Death of Colonel Benson

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Previously printed in The Saturday Review, November 9th, 1901, p. 584.

3676667A Channel Passage and Other Poems — On the Death of Colonel BensonAlgernon Charles Swinburne

ON THE DEATH OF COLONEL BENSON

Northumberland, so proud and sad to-day,
Weep and rejoice, our mother, whom no son
More glorious than this dead and deathless one
Brought ever fame whereon no time shall prey.
Nor heed we more than he what liars dare say
Of mercy's holiest duties left undone
Toward whelps and dams of murderous foes, whom none
Save we had spared or feared to starve and slay.

Alone as Milton and as Wordsworth found
And hailed their England, when from all around
Howled all the recreant hate of envious knaves,
Sublime she stands: while, stifled in the sound,
Each lie that falls from German boors and slaves
Falls but as filth dropt in the wandering waves.

November 4, 1901.