i 'd read and reread the prelude , swinburne 's ode to history 's soul-crossed lovers , his ode to love itself : ... and always through new act and passion new shines the divine same body and beauty through , the body spiritual of fire and light that is to worldly noon as noon to night ; love , that is flesh upon the spirit of man and spirit within the flesh whence breath began ; love , that keeps all the choir of lives in chime ; love , that is blood within the veins of time ; fire .