Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

401. St. Valentine's Day 1/4/2003
402. The Wanderer’s Return 4/13/2010
403. A Dream Of Good 4/13/2010
404. A Lesson In Humility 4/13/2010
405. The Old Squire 1/1/2004
406. Quatrains Of Life 4/13/2010
407. A Digit Of The Moon 4/13/2010
408. Gibraltar 1/4/2003
409. A Love Secret 4/13/2010
410. Laughter And Death 1/1/2004

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Laughter And Death

THERE is no laughter in the natural world
Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt
Of their futurity to them unfurled
Has dared to check the mirth-compelling shout.
The lion roars his solemn thunder out
To the sleeping woods. The eagle screams her cry.
Even the lark must strain a serious throat
To hurl his blest defiance at the sky.
Fear, anger, jealousy, have found a voice.
Love’s pain or rapture the brute bosoms swell.
Nature has symbols for her nobler joys,
Her nobler sorrows. Who had dared foretell
That only man, by some sad ...

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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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