Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 29, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow Last Line: Of silence stands, shut fast for evermore. | ||||||||
How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow, Nor yet such sorrow as youth dreamed of, blind, But life's last indigence which dares not borrow One garment more of Hope to cheat life's wind. The mountains which we loved have grown unkind, Nay, voiceless rather. Neither sound nor speech Is heard among them, nor the thought enshrined Of any deity man's tears may reach. If I should speak, what echo would there come, Of laughters lost, and dead unanswered prayers? The shadow of each valley is a tomb Filled with the dust of manifold despairs. "Here we once lived": This motto on the door Of silence stands, shut fast for evermore. | 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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