A Century of Roundels/Change

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

For works with similar titles, see Change.

CHANGE.

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!