The Death Of Richard Wagner — Summary

Mourning on earth, as when dark hours descend, Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and mirth Wane, and no lips rebuke or reprehend Mourning on earth.

The soul wherein her songs of death and birth, Darkness and light, were wont to sound and blend, Now silent, leaves the whole world less in worth.

Winds that make moan and triumph, skies that bend, Thunders, and sound of tides in gulf and firth, Spake through his spirit of speech, whose death should send Mourning on earth.

The world's great heart, whence all things strange and rare Take form and sound, that each inseparate part May bear its burden in all tuned thoughts that share The world's great heart -

The fountain forces, whence like steeds that start Leap forth the powers of earth and fire and air, Seas that revolve and rivers that depart -

Spake, and were turned to song: yea, all they were, With all their works, found in his mastering art Speech as of powers whose uttered word laid bare The world's great heart.

From the depths of the sea, from the wellsprings of earth, from the wastes of the midmost night, From the fountains of darkness and tempest and thunder, from heights where the soul would be, The spell of the mage of music evoked their sense, as an unknown light From the depths of the sea.

As a vision of heaven from the hollows of ocean, that none but a god might see, Rose out of the silence of things unknown of a presence, a form, a might, And we heard as a prophet that hears God's message against him, and may not flee.

Eye might not endure it, but ear and heart with a rapture of dark delight, With a terror and wonder whose core was joy, and a passion of thought set free, Felt inly the rising of doom divine as a sundawn risen to sight From the depths of the sea.

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Algernon Charles Swinburne's poem laments the death of composer Richard Wagner as a loss felt by the entire natural world. The speaker insists that with Wagner gone, no voice remains to “rebuke or reprehend” the descent of darkness; the earth itself grieves. Wagner’s art gave speech to wind, thunder, oceans, and the hidden forces that move the planet—what Swinburne calls “the world’s great heart.” Now that music is silent, the world seems diminished. The refrain “Mourning on earth” echoes like a planetary sigh.

The mood is one of majestic sorrow mingled with shuddering wonder. Wagner is figured as a sorcerer who conjured sound from the abyss, a “mage of music” whose chords made listeners feel a divine doom rising like dawn from the sea—terror and joy mixed. He made the roar of tempests and ocean hollows into unbearable sound, received only by ear and heart. Personal grief becomes a cosmic silence.

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