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

The Two Highwaymen

I LONG have had a quarrel set with Time
Because he robb'd me. Every day of life
Was wrested from me after bitter strife:
I never yet could see the sun go down
But I was angry in my heart, nor hear
The leaves fall in the wind without a tear
Over the dying summer. I have known
No truce with Time nor Time's accomplice, Death.
   The fair world is the witness of a crime

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