Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

But, when the church was hushed in the night wind,
And all were gone who might his zeal disclaim,
Or hinder the firm purpose of his mind,
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And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mould
A pick and spade cast down by accident.
And Adrian laughed when in those engines cold
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Nor yet in vain. For to him through the rout
Behold, 'mid herald whispers of her name
And laughing eyes and welcome hands held out,
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And still the music sounded near and near,
Loud and more loud on Adrian's nuptial way,
Preluding soft, as 'twere a dulcimer,
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Until it happened, as such things will be,
That she, who had a proud man for her spouse
None the less loving that unloved was he,
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But where he fared and how, it matters not.
He and his mourning ere a month had run
Were out of mind with all and clean forgot,
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Je rêve debout devant la porte
Qui vient de se fermer sur moi.
Je colle mes yeux en triste sorte
Sur ce carré de sombre bois.
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But with full daylight finding no relief,
Though he had spent the newness of his fears
And looked with altered eyes upon his grief,
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So he departed angry and in haste,
A bitter wanderer on the ways of life:
He cared not whither so he found a feast
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Away! Away! Away with her, young lover,
Away with her in haste lest dawn should break;
If that her kinsmen should thy deed discover
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