Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 4, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Behold the deed is done. Here endeth Last Line: The fair world smiles to-day, yet leaves me free. | ||||||||
Behold the deed is done. Here endeth all That bound my grief to its ancestral ways. I have passed out, as from a funeral, From my dead home, and in the great world's gaze Henceforth I stand, a pilgrim of new days, On the high road of life. Where I was thrall, See, I am master, being passionless; And, having nothing now, am lord of all. How glorious is the world! Its infinite grace Surprises meand not as erst with fear, But as one meets a woman face to face, Loved once and unforgotten and still dear In certain moods and seasons. So to me The fair world smiles to-day, yet leaves me free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...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 THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BALLAD OF THE HEATHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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