Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. December - Poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

AWAY TO EGYPT

Enough, enough! This winter is too rude,
Too dark of countenance, of tooth too keen.
Nature finds rebels now in flesh and blood,
And hearts grow sick for change and eyes for green.
Let us away! What profits it that men
Are wise as gods, if winter holds its sway,
If blood be chilled, and numbness clasp the brain?
Frost is too stubborn. Let us then away!

Away to Egypt! There we may forget
All but the presence of the blessed sun.
There in our tents well--housed, sublimely set
Under a pyramid, with horse and gun,
We may make terms with Nature and, awhile,
Put as it were our souls to grass, and run
Barefooted and barehearted in the smile
Of that long summer which still girds the Nile.


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  • Brian Jani (5/16/2014 5:09:00 PM)


    Wilfred Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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