Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom,
When a man's heart's pride grows great,
And nought seems now to foredoom
Fate,
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Gosh, Swinburne's meter and rhyme is flawless. He doesn't say anything important, but what he does say he says exqusitely.
Which then results to...an exquisite word arranger, i suppose?