Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

O fool! O false! I have abandoned Heaven,
And sold my wealth for metal of base kind.
O frail disciple of a fair creed given
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I cannot tell his story. He was one
To whom the riddle of our human life
Was strangely put, and who, because of that
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Anon, ere yet his pleasure was aware
Of other presence with him in that place,
A growing murmur in the jubilant air,
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Thus Adrian learned it. And behold, his heart,
Which he had hardened against all dismay,
And wrapped up secretly and laid apart
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Griselda's madness lasted forty days,
Forty eternities! Men went their ways,
And suns arose and set, and women smiled,
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Dare all things for Love's sake, since love is best,
Of Fate ask nothing, rather by your deeds
Rebuke it for its niggard ways unblest,
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Matron was she of a great Roman house,
And wed in youth to one she might not love;
Her birth, her fortune, her name luminous,
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A heritage for ever. Such a sleep
Came upon Adrian and such a dream,
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But when they had gone past him every one,
With new resolve begotten of his dream,
Adrian arose and followed where the stone
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He bore her to his home 'twixt life and death,
By mute connivance of the slumbering streets,
Bore her redeemed to a new world of breath
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