Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Poems of Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

81. Assassins 4/13/2010
82. At A Funeral 4/13/2010
83. At The Gate 4/13/2010
84. At The Parting Of The Ways 4/13/2010
85. Body And Soul: A Metaphysical Argument 4/13/2010
86. Butterflies 4/13/2010
87. Chanclebury Ring 4/13/2010
88. Come With The Summer Leaves 4/13/2010
89. Condemned 4/13/2010
90. Coronation Ode 4/13/2010
91. Couplets In Praise 4/13/2010
92. Dead Joys 4/13/2010
93. Death In A Ball-Room 4/13/2010
94. Don Juan’s Good-Night 4/13/2010
95. El Harith 4/13/2010
96. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: I 4/13/2010
97. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: II 4/13/2010
98. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: III 4/13/2010
99. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: IV 4/13/2010
100. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: IX 4/13/2010

Written at Florence

O WORLD, in very truth thou art too young;
When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age?
World, with thy covering of yellow flowers,
Hast thou forgot what generations sprung
Out of thy loins and loved thee and are gone?
Hast thou no place in all their heritage
Where thou dost only weep, that I may come
Nor fear the mockery of thy yellow flowers?
   O world, in very truth thou art too young.

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