The Swinburne stomp 1 2 3 4 Ain't no body swine like the Swinburne stomp... (frog did it) The Swinburne stomp (yay) Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a gla** that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance fallen from heaven And madness risen from hell; Strength without hands to smite; Love that endures for a breath: Night the shadow of light And life, the shadow of d**h And the high gods took in hand Fire, and the falling of tears And a measure of sliding sand From under the feet of the years; And froth and drift of the sea; And dust of the labouring earth; And bodies of things to be In the houses of d**h and of birth; And wrought with weeping and laughter And fashioned with loathing and love With life before and after And d**h beneath and above For a day and a night and a morrow That his strength might endure for a span With travail and heavy sorrow The holy spirit of man From the winds of the north and the south They gathered as unto strife; They breathed upon his mouth They filled his body with life; Eyesight and speech they wrought For the veils of the soul therein A time for labour and thought A time to serve and to sin; They gave him light in his ways And love, and a space for delight And beauty and length of days And night, and sleep in the night His speech is a burning fire; With his lips he travaileth; In his heart is a blind desire In his eyes foreknowledge of d**h; He weaves, and is clothed with derision; Sows, and he shall not reap; His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep