Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Poems of Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

401. Why Do I Love? 4/13/2010
402. Wilt Thou Take Me For Thy Slave? 4/13/2010
403. With Esther 1/4/2003
404. With Eternity Standing By 4/13/2010
405. Worth Forest 4/13/2010
406. Written at Florence 1/4/2003
407. Written At Sea 4/13/2010
408. You Have Let The Beauty Of The Day Go Over 4/13/2010
409. Youth And Knowledge 4/13/2010
410. Zoheyr 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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