Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

401. A Lesson In Humility 4/13/2010
402. A Glory Gone 4/13/2010
403. A Dream Of Good 4/13/2010
404. A Dream 4/13/2010
405. A Digit Of The Moon 4/13/2010
406. A Day In The Castle Of Envy 4/13/2010
407. A Cuckoo Song 4/13/2010
408. A Convent Wothout God 4/13/2010
409. A Chaunt In Praise 4/13/2010
410. A Ballad Of The Heather 4/13/2010
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Laughter And Death

THERE is no laughter in the natural world
Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt
Of their futurity to them unfurled
Has dared to check the mirth-compelling shout.
The lion roars his solemn thunder out
To the sleeping woods. The eagle screams her cry.
Even the lark must strain a serious throat
To hurl his blest defiance at the sky.
Fear, anger, jealousy, have found a voice.
Love’s pain or rapture the brute bosoms swell.
Nature has symbols for her nobler joys,
Her nobler sorrows. Who had dared foretell
That only man, by some sad ...

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To The Same

I WOULD I had thy courage, dear, to face
This bankruptcy of love, and greet despair
With smiling eyes and unconcerned embrace,
And these few words of banter at “dull care.”
I would that I could sing and comb my hair
Like thee the morning through, and choose my dress,
And gravely argue what I best should wear,
A shade of ribbon or a fold of lace.
I would I had thy courage and thy peace,

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