A Match

A heartfelt poem exploring love's contrasts, unity, and transformative power.

If love were what the rose is, and I were like the leaf.

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Updated January 21, 2025, by Catherine Pulsifer

The poem A Match by Algernon Charles Swinburne beautifully captures the many sides of love. Through vivid imagery and heartfelt words, the poet reminds us that love isn’t always simple—it’s a blend of joy and sorrow, harmony and challenge. This poem paints a picture of how love weaves its way into every part of life, showing its power to unite, transform, and bring meaning to our days. It’s a touching reminder that love, no matter how complex, is a gift worth cherishing.


A Match

Poet: Algernon Charles Swinburne

If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather,
Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pleasure or gray grief;
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf.

If I were what the words are,
And love were like the tune,
With double sound and single
Delight our lips would mingle,
With kisses glad as birds are
That get sweet rain at noon;
If I were what the words are
And love were like the tune.

If you were life, my darling,
And I your love were death,
We'd shine and snow together
Ere March made sweet the weather
With daffodil and starling
And hours of fruitful breath;
If you were life, my darling,
And I your love were death.

If you were thrall to sorrow,
And I were page to joy,
We'd play for lives and seasons
With loving looks and treasons
And tears of night and morrow
And laughs of maid and boy;
If you were thrall to sorrow,
And I were page to joy.

If you were April's lady,
And I were lord in May,
We'd throw with leaves for hours
And draw for days with flowers,
Till day like night were shady
And night were bright like day;
If you were April's lady,
And I were lord in May.

If you were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain,
We'd hunt down love together,
Pluck out his flying feather,
And teach his feet a measure,
And find his mouth a rein;
If you were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain.



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