- The Swinburne is a stanzaic form patterned after Before the Mirror by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909).
 
 The Swinburne is:
- stanzaic, written in any number of septets.
- metric, L1,L3,L5, & L6 are trimeter, L2 & L4 are dimeter, and L7 is pentameter.
- rhymed
       ababccb dedeffe etc, L1 & L3 have feminine or falling rhyme. 
 
 
This named form was
 documented by Judi Van Gorder, on her most wonderful resource site: Poetry
 Manum Opus, in a section about poetry form named after English poets.
Note: In addition to the specifications above, it is
 also required that the sixth syllable in Line 7 rhyme with lines 5 and 6.
Before the Mirror
I.
WHITE
 ROSE in red rose-garden
Is not
 so white;
Snowdrops
 that plead for pardon
And
 pine for fright
Because
 the hard East blows
Over
 their maiden rows
Grow
 not as this face grows from pale to bright.
Behind
 the veil, forbidden,
Shut up
 from sight,
Love,
 is there sorrow hidden,
Is
 there delight?
Is joy
 thy dower or grief,
White
 rose of weary leaf,
Late
 rose whose life is brief, whose loves are light?
Soft
 snows that hard winds harden
Till
 each flake bite
Fill
 all the flowerless garden
Whose
 flowers took flight
Long
 since when summer ceased,
And men
 rose up from feast,
And
 warm west wind grew east, and warm day night.
II.
“Come
 snow, come wind or thunder
High up
 in air,
I watch
 my face, and wonder
At my
 bright hair;
Nought
 else exalts or grieves
The
 rose at heart, that heaves
With
 love of her own leaves and lips that pair.
“She
 knows not loves that kissed her
She
 knows not where.
Art
 thou the ghost, my sister,
White
 sister there,
Am I
 the ghost, who knows?
My
 hand, a fallen rose,
Lies
 snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.
“I
 cannot see what pleasures
Or what
 pains were;
What
 pale new loves and treasures
New
 years will bear;
What
 beam will fall, what shower,
What
 grief or joy for dower;
But one
 thing knows the flower; the flower is fair.”
III.
Glad,
 but not flushed with gladness,
Since
 joys go by;
Sad,
 but not bent with sadness,
Since
 sorrows die;
Deep in
 the gleaming glass
She
 sees all past things pass,
And all
 sweet life that was lie down and lie.
There
 glowing ghosts of flowers
Draw
 down, draw nigh;
And
 wings of swift spent hours
Take
 flight and fly;
She
 sees by formless gleams,
She
 hears across cold streams,
Dead
 mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh.
Face
 fallen and white throat lifted,
With
 sleepless eye
She
 sees old loves that drifted,
She
 knew not why,
Old
 loves and faded fears
Float
 down a stream that hears
The
 flowing of all men’s tears beneath the sky. 
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pasted
 from <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-mirror-2/>
 
Example poem
Caretaker      (The Swinburne)
When forced to go
 and going 
with all due haste,
 
you leave already
 knowing 
there must be
 waste. 
I never, as a boy 
expected old man's
 joy 
at seeing an old
 toy I had misplaced. 
The things you
 leave behind you 
are not all done. 
They're simply
 tasks assigned to 
another one. 
When your life
 takes a turn 
the habits you
 adjourn 
may tickle Time who
 spurns a lack of fun. 
© Lawrencealot -
 May 8, 2014
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