Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (1840 - 1922 / England)
A Digit Of The Moon
This book is written for Man's ultimate need,
A creed of joy sent down to the aged Earth
From days of happier daring and more mirth
To comfort and console all hearts that bleed.
Here shall ye find how Love, that mastering weed
Of tropic growth and paradisal power,
Sprang in a night and found its fortunate hour
And was fulfilled of glory, flower, fruit, seed,
A wonder to the Forest.--O ye souls
Of men and women, who on Time's whim wait
Nor clutch her hem when Pleasure turns to flee!
Read of these two, who ill content with doles
Rose in their rage and gave assault to Fate
And won their birth--fruit. Read. Nay, dare it ye!
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt's Other Poems
- A Ballad Of The Heather
- A Chaunt In Praise
- A Convent Wothout God
- A Cuckoo Song
- A Day In The Castle Of Envy
- A Digit Of The Moon
- A Dream
- A Dream Of Good
- A Glory Gone
- A Lesson In Humility
- A Love Secret
- A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I
- A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet II
- A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet III
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