Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

361. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xc 4/13/2010
362. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcii 4/13/2010
363. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xciii 4/13/2010
364. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xciv 4/13/2010
365. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcix 4/13/2010
366. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcv 4/13/2010
367. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcvi 4/13/2010
368. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcviii 4/13/2010
369. The Old Squire 1/1/2004
370. The Pleasures Of Love 4/13/2010
371. The Pre-Adamite World 4/13/2010
372. The Rowfant Catalogue 4/13/2010
373. The Soul’s Mutiny 4/13/2010
374. The Stealing Of The Mare - I 4/13/2010
375. The Stricken Hart 4/13/2010
376. The Toad 4/13/2010
377. The Two Highwaymen 1/4/2003
378. The Two Voices 4/13/2010
379. The Wanderer’s Return 4/13/2010
380. The Wind And The Whirlwind 4/13/2010
381. The Wisdom Of Merlyn 4/13/2010
382. They Shall Not Know 4/13/2010
383. Think No More Of Me 4/13/2010
384. Three Pictures 4/13/2010
385. Three Pictures Continued 4/13/2010
386. To A Dead Journalist 4/13/2010
387. To A Disciple Of William Morris 4/13/2010
388. To A Happy Warrior 4/13/2010
389. To Her Whose Name 4/13/2010
390. To Hester On The Stair 4/13/2010
391. To Manon, Comparing Her To A Falcon 4/13/2010
392. To Manon, On His Fortune In Loving Her 1/4/2003
393. To Nimue 4/13/2010
394. To One In A Garden 4/13/2010
395. To One In A Hostile Camp 4/13/2010
396. To One Who Would Make A Confession 4/13/2010
397. To The Same 1/1/2004
398. Twenty Days 4/13/2010
399. Une Feuille Morte 4/13/2010
400. Whom The Gods Love 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Dream Of Good

To do some little good before I die;
To wake some echoes to a loftier theme;
To spend my life's last store of industry
On thoughts less vain than Youth's discordant dream;
To endow the world's grief with some counter--scheme
Of logical hope which through all time should lighten
The burden of men's sorrow and redeem
Their faces' paleness from the tears that whiten;

To take my place in the world's brotherhood
As one prepared to suffer all its fate;
To do and be undone for sake of good,
And conquer rage by giving love for hate;
That were a noble dream, and ...

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The Desolate City

DARK to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens.
   Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars?
Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city.
   A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.

Sadly I rose at dawn, undid the latch of my shutters,
   Thinking to let in light, but I only let in love.
Birds in the boughs were awake; I listen'd to their chaunting;
   Each one sang to his love;

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