Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxiii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxiii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxiii Voltaire and Rousseau, these were thy twin priests, Proud Mother Nature, on thy opening day. The first with bitter gibes perplexed the feasts Of thy high rival, and prepared the way; The other built thy shrine. ‘Twas here, men say, De Warens lived, whose pleasure ... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence I

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence I

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence I When is life other than a tragedy, Whether it is played in tears from the first scene, In sable robes and grief’s mute pageantry, For loves that died ere they had ever been, Or whether on the edge of joys set keen, While all the stage with laughter is agog, Death st... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xvi

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xvi

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xvi Oh, ’tis a terrible thing in early youth To be assailed by laughter and mute shame, A terrible thing to be befooled forsooth By one’s own foolish face betrayed in flame. The little traitor, when she saw me dumb, Went on to clap her hands, till all and each T... »

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xii

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xii

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xii He slept as only under the free heaven It is given to sleep, a slumber shadowless As the broad river to whose banks at even That spirit comes which brings forgetfulness, A silence undisturbed by the world’s tread, Which sees not, hears not, feels not, yet is g... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I To Manon Ix

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I To Manon Ix

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I To Manon Ix ON HER WAYWARDNESS This is rank slavery. It better were To till the thankless earth with sweat of brow, Following dull oxen ‘neath a goad of care To a boor’s grave agape behind the plough. It better were to linger in some slow Unnatural cas... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxix

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxix

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxix TO HER WHO WOULD COMFORT HIM I did not ask your pity, dear. Your zeal I know. It cannot cure me of my woes. And you, in your sweet happiness, who knows, Deserve it rather I should pity feel For what the coming years from you conceal. I did but cry... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxxv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxxv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxxv THE SAME CONTINUED And then fate strikes us. First our joys decay. Youth, with its pleasures, is a tale soon told. We grow a little poorer day by day. Old friendships falter. Loves grow strangely cold. In vain we shift our hearts to a n... »

Youth And Knowledge By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Youth And Knowledge By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Youth And Knowledge What price, child, shall I pay for your bright eyes (How large a debt!) the light they shed on me? What for your cheeks, so red in their surprise, Your lips, your hands, your maiden gestures free, Your fair brows crowned with grave nobility, All the delight which in your presence... »

The Two Highwaymen By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Two Highwaymen By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Two Highwaymen I LONG have had a quarrel set with Time Because he robb’d me. Every day of life Was wrested from me after bitter strife: I never yet could see the sun go down But I was angry in my heart, nor hear The leaves fall in the wind without a tear Over the dying summer. I have known... »

Quatrains Of Life By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Quatrains Of Life By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Quatrains Of Life What has my youth been that I love it thus, Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious, Stale as the news which last week wearied us, Or a tired actor’s tale told to an empty house? What did it bring me that I loved it, even With joy before it and that dream of Heaven, Boyhood&#... »

In Memoriam W.M & E.B.J. By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

In Memoriam W.M & E.B.J. By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

In Memoriam W.M & E.B.J. Mad are we all, maids, men, young fools alike and old, All we that wander blind and want the with to dare. Dark through the world we go, dazed sheep, across life’s wold, Edged from the flowers we loved by our herd’s crook of care. Life? Have we lived it? No.... »

Chanclebury Ring By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Chanclebury Ring By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Chanclebury Ring Say what you will, there is not in the world A nobler sight than from this upper Down. No rugged landscape here, no beauty hurled From its Creator’s hand as with a frown; But a green plain on which green hills look down Trim as a garden plot. No other hue Can hence be seen, sa... »

A Convent Wothout God By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Convent Wothout God By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Convent Wothout God A prison is a convent without God. Poverty, Chastity, Obedience Its precepts are. In this austere abode None gather wealth of pleasure or of pence. Woman’s light wit, the heart’s concupiscence Are banished here. At the least warder’s nod Thy neck shall bend in... »

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Ix By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Ix By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Ix These were in truth brave days. From our high perch, The box–seat of our travelling chariot, then We children spied the world ’twas ours to search, And mocked like birds at manners and at men. What wonders we beheld, Havre, Rouen, Caen, The Norman caps, the Bre... »

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxxiii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxxiii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxxiii So I, I am ashamed of my old life, Here in this saintly presence of days gone, Ashamed of my weak heart’s unmeaning strife, Its loves, its lusts, its battles lost and won, And its long search of pleasure ‘neath the sun, And its scant courage to endure the k... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence V

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence V

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence V I had been an hour at Lyons. My breath comes Fast when I think of it. An hour, no more, I trod those streets and listened to the drums, The mirth, the music, and the city’s roar, And found no sermon for me in her stones. It was the evening of St. Martin’s fair... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xxviii

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xxviii

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xxviii The summer I had passed in my own fashion High in the Alps, a proselyte to toil. I was released and free, and spent my passion On the bare rocks as on a fruitful soil. I had soothed my soul with labour, and its fire Borne to those naked heights where I unfurled My fl... »

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xxiv

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xxiv

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xxiv And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mould A pick and spade cast down by accident. And Adrian laughed when in those engines cold He guessed the furtherers of his heart’s intent. And all night through he wrought with them in rage, As miners do who know the pri... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon Xv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon Xv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon Xv COMPLAINING THAT HE HAD FALLEN AMONG THIEVES Oh, Lytton, I have gambled with my soul, And, like a spendthrift, pawned my heritage To pitiless Jews, and paid a monstrous toll To knaves and usurers,–and all to wage Fair war with black–legs, ... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxxv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxxv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxxv THE SAME CONTINUED Old memories are sweet, but these are new And smart like wounds yet green. But one there is Which, for the cause that it was dear to you In days which counted upon greater bliss, Is fairer now and dearer far than these; And this... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Cv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Cv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Cv PALAZZO PAGANI This is the house where, twenty years ago, They spent a Spring and Summer. This shut gate Would lead you to the terrace, and below To a rose garden long since desolate. Here they once lived. How often I have sat Till it was dusk among... »

With Esther By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

With Esther By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

With Esther HE who has once been happy is for aye    Out of destruction’s reach. His fortune then Holds nothing secret; and Eternity,    Which is a mystery to other men, Has like a woman given him its joy.    Time is his conquest. Life, if it should fret. Has paid him tribute. He can bear to d... »

The Pleasures Of Love By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Pleasures Of Love By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Pleasures Of Love I do not care for kisses. ‘Tis a debt We paid for the first privilege of love. These are the rains of April which have wet Our fallow hearts and forced their germs to move. Now the green corn has sprouted. Each new day Brings better pleasures, a more dear surprise, The bl... »

New Things Are Best By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

New Things Are Best By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

New Things Are Best What shall I tell you, child, in this new Sonnet? Life’s art is to forget, and last year’s sowing Cast in Time’s furrow with the storm winds blowing Bears me a wild crop with strange fancies on it. Last year I wore your sole rose in my bonnet. This year–wh... »

Griselda A Society Novel In Verse – Chapter Iii

Griselda A Society Novel In Verse – Chapter Iii

Griselda A Society Novel In Verse – Chapter Iii Who has not seen the falls of Tivoli, The rocks, the foam–white water, and the three Fair ruined temples which adorn the hill? Who has not sat and listened to the shrill Sweet melody of blackbirds, and the roar Of Anio’s voice rebound... »

All White Continued By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

All White Continued By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

All White Continued Ah, beautiful sweet woman, made in vain, Since Launcelot is dead and only I, Alas for this new world of recreant men, Remain in age Love’s creed to justify And prove his right to fools who would deny! Heaven’s help shall win her, though she long hath been Child of a d... »

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xiii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xiii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xiii And what strange sights have these threewindows seen, Mid bonnes and children, in the Tuileries! What flights of hero, Emperor and Queen, Since first I looked down from them, one of these! Here, with his Mornys and his Persignys, Louis Napoleon, the Prince President, Rod... »

A Woman’s Sonnets Ii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Woman’s Sonnets Ii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Woman’s Sonnets Ii Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet. Let me a little longer hold thy hand. Too soon it is to bid me to forget The joys I was so late to understand. The future holds but a blank face for me, The past is all confused with tears and grey, But the sweet present, while thy sm... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xl

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xl

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xl She went on talking like a running stream, Without more reason or more pause or stay Than to gather breath and then pursue her whim Just where it led her, tender, sad, or gay. Her moods seemed all alike to her. But soon With a little shudder, for the wind was chill And w... »

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet I

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet I

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet I Oh! woe is me for beauty idly blown! And woe for passionate youth and joys that wait! And woe for foolish love that is undone By woman’s fear, and fortune come too late! And woe for empty words and hours that were Squandered in weeping! Woe, because of Death Who... »

The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. February

The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. February

The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. February UNDER THE SPEAKER’S GALLERY In all the comedy of human things What is more mirthful than for those, who sit Far from the great world’s vain imaginings, To mingle in its war of words and wit, A listener here, when Greek meets G... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xlix

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xlix

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xlix THE SAME CONTINUED A “woman with a past.” What happier omen Could heart desire for mistress or for friend? Phoenix of friends, and most divine of women, Skilled in all fence to venture or defend And with love’s science at your fi... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxix

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxix

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxix SIBYLLINE BOOKS When first, a boy, at your fair knees I kneeled, ‘Twas with a worthy offering. In my hand My young life’s book I held, a volume sealed, Which none but you, I deemed, might understand. And you I did entreat to... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Lxxxvi

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Lxxxvi

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Lxxxvi THE SAME CONTINUED It is not true the dead unhonoured were If they returned to life. Nay, claim thine own, And see how gladly I, thy “thankless heir,” Will yield thee back possession of thy throne. I am not so in love with riches gro... »

To A Happy Warrior By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

To A Happy Warrior By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

To A Happy Warrior Glory to God who made a man like this! To God be praise who in the empty heaven Set Earth’s gay globe With its green vesture given And nuptial robe To be the home enthroned of happiness! Who from the silences Of the dumb Universe, For listening ears, Constructed song And fas... »

Tarafa By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Tarafa By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Tarafa The tent lines these of Kháula in stone–stricken Tháhmadi. See where the fire has touched them, dyed dark as the hands of her. ‘Twas here thy friends consoled thee that day with thee comforting, cried; Not of grief, thou faint–heart! Men die not thus easily. Ay, here the how... »

Love In The Summer Hills By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Love In The Summer Hills By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Love In The Summer Hills Love in the summer hills, With youth to mock at ills, And kisses sweet to cheat Our idle tears away. What else has Time in store, Till Life shall close the door? Still let me sing love’s lore, Come sorrow when it may. Rain on the weeping hills, With Death to end our il... »

Farewell Dark Gaol By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Farewell Dark Gaol By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Farewell Dark Gaol Farewell, dark gaol. You hold some better hearts Than in this savage world I thought to find. I do not love you nor the fraudulent arts By which men tutor men to ways unkind. Your law is not my law, and yet my mind Remains your debtor. It has learned to see How dark a thing the ea... »

A Perfect Sonnet By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Perfect Sonnet By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Perfect Sonnet Oh, for a perfect sonnet of all time! Wild music, heralding immortal hopes, Strikes the bold prelude. To it from each clime, Like tropic birds on some green island slopes, Thoughts answering come, high metaphors, brave tropes, In ordered measure and majestic rhyme. And, presently, a... »

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxix By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxix By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxix How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow, Nor yet such sorrow as youth dreamed of, blind, But life’s last indigence which dares not borrow One garment more of Hope to cheat life’s wind. The mountains which we loved have grown unkind, Nay, voiceless rather. N... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Iii

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Iii

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Iii A little honey! Ay, a little sweet, A little pleasure when the years were young, A joyous measure trod by dancing feet, A tale of folly told by a loved tongue. These are the things by which our hearts are wrung More than by tears. Oh, I would rather laugh, So I had not ... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xvii

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xvii

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xvii I touched that knee. She did not show surprise, And the earth had not opened at our feet. She did not even laugh. Her foolish eyes Twinkled a moment in her cheeks, then set Like fog–bound stars for ever from my sight. And at a signal from the little woman, Who cl... »

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xiii

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xiii

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xiii A heritage for ever. Such a sleep Came upon Adrian and such a dream, As in the shade he lay a weary heap. For, while he rested, still it seemed to him He rode towards the city of his love, Only in mirth not sadness. And, behold, In his soothed bosom Hope, a broodin... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon V

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon V

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon V ON THE POWER OF HER BEAUTY I am lighthearted now. An hour ago There was a tempest in my heaven, a flame Of sullen lightning under a bent brow And a dull muttering which breathed no name. Now all is changed. The very winds are tame, And the birds sing a... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxv

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxv THE SAME CONTINUED Give me thy kiss, Juliet, give me thy kiss! I with my body worship thee and vow Such service to thy needs as man can do. I ask no nobler servitude than this. Am I not thine, the bondsman of thy love, Whom thou hast bought and ran... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxxvi

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxxvi

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxxvi THE SAME CONTINUED And who shall tell what ignominy death Has yet in store for us; what abject fears Even for the best of us; what fights for breath; What sobs, what supplications, what wild tears; What impotence of soul against despai... »

Written At Florence By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Written At Florence By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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 onl... »

The Toad By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Toad By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Toad O who shall tell us of the truth of things? The day was ending blood–red in the West After a storm. The sun had smelted down As in a furnace all the clouds to gold. Upon a cart track by a pool of rain, Dumbly with calm eyes fixed upon the heavens, A toad sat thinking. It was wretchedn... »

Pour Qui Sait Attendre By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Pour Qui Sait Attendre By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Pour Qui Sait Attendre All things, they say, come home to those that wait, Riches, power, fame, lost fortune, hope deferred, Health to our friends, ill hap to those we hate, Even love, that glorious paradisal bird, The woman unattained, whose thought has stirred Desire to its last chord importunate;... »

If We Had Met By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

If We Had Met By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

If We Had Met If we had met when leaves were green, And fate to us less hard had proved, And naught had been of what has been, We might have loved as none have loved. If we had met as girl and boy, The world of pleasure at our feet, Our joy had been a perfect joy; We might have met, but did not meet... »

Butterflies By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Butterflies By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Butterflies O child of Joy! What idle life is thine! Thou, in these meadows, while thy skies are blue, And while thy joys are new to thee like wine, Chasest mad butterflies as children do. And lo, thou turnest from them to repine, Because it was not love thou didst pursue. O child of Hope! Thou sigh... »

A Chaunt In Praise By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Chaunt In Praise By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Chaunt In Praise How many hymns have I chaunted, Lady, in laud of thee, Each with a sigh for its burthen, tear for its antiphon? Love–songs are sweet in the morning. All things in praise of thee Evening and morning rejoice, intoning in unison. Noontide and night have I heard them, birds in t... »

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Ii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Ii By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Ii How shall I ransom me? The world without, Where once I lived in vain expense and noise, Say, shall it welcome me in this last rout, Back to its bosom of forgotten joys? Sometimes I hear it whispering with strange voice, Asking, “Are we forever then cast out, The thin... »

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxxix By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxxix By Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage Sonnet Xxxix Ancient of days! What word is thy command To one befooled of wit and his own way? What counsel hast thou, and what chastening hand For a lost soul grown old in its dismay? What penance shall he do, what ransom pay, Of blood poured out for faith in a far land, What mute ... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Lviii

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Lviii

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Lviii It might not be. Some things are possible, And some impossible for even God. And Esther had no soul which Heaven or Hell Could touch by joy or soften by the rod. She could not really love me. The day came, How soon, how late, I need not to devise, When passion prayed ... »

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xxxi

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xxxi

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence Xxxi The booths were shut. The Fair was at an end, And the crowd gone with multitudinous feet Noisily home, or lingering still to spend At Café doors or at the turn of the street In twos and threes its laughter with good–night. All turned to silence. Even my heart had... »

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xxix

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xxix

Natalia’s Resurrection Sonnet Xxix He bore her to his home ‘twixt life and death, By mute connivance of the slumbering streets, Bore her redeemed to a new world of breath And peace divine, belike the Paraclete’s. There lay she in his hands for many days Speechless, unasking,–only i... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon Xvii

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon Xvii

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon Xvii JOY’S TREACHERY I had a live joy once and pampered her, For I had brought her from the “golden East,” To lie when nights were cold upon my breast And sit beside me the long days and purr, Until her whole soul should be lapped in fu... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxxvi

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxxvi

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II; To Juliet Xxxvi FEAR HAS CAST OUT LOVE ‘Tis not that love is less or sorrow more Than in the days when first these things began. Even then you doubted, and our hearts were sore And you rebelled because I was a man. Even then you fought and wrestled with my... »

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Cvi

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Cvi

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv; Vita Nova Cvi THE SUBLIME To stand upon a windy pinnacle, Beneath the infinite blue of the blue noon, And underfoot a valley terrible As that dim gulf, where sense and being swoon When the soul parts; a giant valley strewn With giant rocks; asleep, and vast, and... »