Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (1840 - 1922 / England)

1.	A Ballad Of The Heather	4/13/2010
2.	A Chaunt In Praise	4/13/2010
3.	A Convent Wothout God	4/13/2010
4.	A Cuckoo Song	4/13/2010
5.	A Day In The Castle Of Envy	4/13/2010
6.	A Digit Of The Moon	4/13/2010
7.	A Dream	4/13/2010
8.	A Dream Of Good	4/13/2010
9.	A Glory Gone	4/13/2010
10.	A Lesson In Humility	4/13/2010
11.	A Love Secret	4/13/2010
12.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I	4/13/2010
13.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet II	4/13/2010
14.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet III	4/13/2010
15.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IV	4/13/2010
16.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IX	4/13/2010
17.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet V	4/13/2010
18.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI	4/13/2010
19.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VII	4/13/2010
20.	A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VIII	4/13/2010

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DARK to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens.
   Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars?
Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city.
   A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.

Sadly I rose at dawn, undid the latch of my shutters,
   Thinking to let in light, but I only let in love.
Birds in the boughs were awake; I listen'd to their chaunting;
   Each one sang to his love;

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (1840 - 1922 / England)

Poems of Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Desolate City