Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 114. A LATER DEDICATION, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To her the sweetest, fairest, worthiest one Last Line: To each hushed verse like incense to a shrine. | ||||||||
To her the sweetest, fairest, worthiest one, Who the inspirer is of my new praise, Whom lately once, one Autumn afternoon, I walked with nor told aught a lover says, And yet who knows I love her in all ways A maiden dreams: the suppliant at her throne, The counsellor of strength, the lord of lays Loyal to chastity and her alone, These rhymes I dedicate. Oh, if there be Still in this world of vanished creeds and kings Some faith in royal blood and right divine, Some lingering reverence paid to majesty, Here seek it and here find it, for it clings To each hushed verse like incense to a shrine. | 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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