Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxiv - Poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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
For human hope when all the world was blind!
What was my profit? Freedom of the mind,
A little pleasure of the years, some scars
Of lusty youth, and some few thoughts enshrined
In worthier record of my manhood's years.
All else is loss, and unredeemed distress;
The voiceful seasons uninvited come,
And bring their tribute of new flowers, and pass:
Only the reason of the world is dumb;
Nor does God any more by word or sign
Speak to our rebel hearts of things divine.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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