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1837–1909

VI.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Angel by name love called him, seeing so fair The sweet small frame; Meet to be called, if ever man's child were, Angel by name.

Rose-bright and warm from heaven's own heart he came, And might not bear The cloud that covers earth's wan face with shame. His little light of life was all too rare

And soft a flame: Heaven yearned for him till angels hailed him there Angel by name.

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