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Collected Poems, Volume One

by Alfred Noyes

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The Swimmer’s Race

          I

Between the clover and the trembling sea
  They stand upon the golden-shadowed shore
In naked boyish beauty, a strenuous three,
  Hearing the breakers’ deep Olympic roar;
Three young athletes poised on a forward limb,
  Mirrored like marble in the smooth wet sand,
    Three statues moulded by Praxiteles:
      The blue horizon rim
  Recedes, recedes upon a lovelier land,
    And England melts into the skies of Greece.

II

The dome of heaven is like one drop of dew,
  Quivering and clear and cloudless but for one
Crisp bouldered Alpine range that blinds the blue
  With snowy gorges glittering to the sun:
Forward the runners lean, with outstretched hand
  Waiting the word—ah, how the light relieves
    The silken rippling muscles as they start
      Spurning the yellow sand,
  Then skimming lightlier till the goal receives
    The winner, head thrown back and lips apart.

III

Now at the sea-marge on the sand they lie
  At rest for a moment, panting as they breathe,
And gazing upward at the unbounded sky
  While the sand nestles round them from beneath;
And in their hands they gather up the gold
  And through their fingers let it lazily stream
    Over them, dusking all their limbs’ fair white,
        Blotting their shape and mould,
  Till, mixed into the distant gazer’s dream
    Of earth and heaven, they seem to sink from sight.

IV

But one, in seeming petulance, oppressed
  With heat has cast his brown young body free:
With arms behind his head and heaving breast
  He lies and gazes at the cool bright sea;
So young Leander might when in the noon
  He panted for the starry eyes of eve
    And whispered o’er the waste of wandering waves,
        “Hero, bid night come soon!”
  Nor knew the nymphs were waiting to receive
    And kiss his pale limbs in their cold sea-caves.

V

Now to their feet they leap and, with a shout,
  Plunge through the glittering breakers without fear,
Breast the green-arching billows, and still out,
  As if each dreamed the arms of Hero near;
Now like three sunbeams on an emerald crest,
  Now like three foam-flakes melting out of sight,
    They are blent with all the glory of all the sea;
        One with the golden West;
  Merged in a myriad waves of mystic light
    As life is lost in immortality.

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