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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BALLAD OF THE HEATHER, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We spent a day together Last Line: And love and our two lives. Subject(s): Love; Poetry & Poets | |||
WE spent a day together, One day of all our lives, Of love in cloudless weather— Such only youth contrives— One day in the red heather, Alone with our two lives. The tall grey rocks were near us, The birch-trees lent us shade, The moorfowl did not fear us, Nor was the fox afraid. No other life was near us Of matron, man or maid. The glory of the morning Had made our pulses beat, The dangers we were scorning, The pleadings of retreat, Her mother's eyes of warning, The foes that we might meet. Earth's silence was our token, The sunlight on the hill. We whispered things unspoken, We stopped and gazed our fill. The stillness was not broken, Save thus at our own will. We sat down by the water, A green and quiet place. She ate what I had brought her When she had said her grace. She was Eve's fairest daughter. I kneeled and kissed her face. O Love, what deeds thou darest, When truth is on thy lips! What royal robes thou wearest! What wealth is in thy ships! What glories thou declarest With thy mad finger-tips! We called on the high Heaven In witness of our troth, From morning until even, While time was little loath To give and be forgiven The dear love in us both. Aloft the raven scouting Gave warning to the glen. We heard a sound of shouting The tramp of angry men. No time was there for doubting, And I was one to ten. I hid her in the braken, A brood-bird on its nest. She wept as one forsaken And held me to her breast. We dared not thus be taken. I fled, for it was best. They passed her by unheeded. They hunted me in sight. I lured them while she needed, A lapwing feigning flight. Then o'er the hills I speeded And left them to the night. Alas, dear love, together No more in all our lives Shall we in cloudless weather, Outwitting maids and wives, Take joy of the red heather And love and our two lives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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