Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 2, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet Last Line: Tis all I ask of thee, this little grace. Subject(s): Love - Nature Of | ||||||||
Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet. Let me a little longer hold thy hand. Too soon it is to bid me to forget The joys I was so late to understand. The future holds but a blank face for me, The past is all confused with tears and grey, But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see, Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day. Speak not of parting, not at least this hour, Though well I know Love cannot Time outlast. Let me grow wiser first and gain more power, More strength of will to deal with my dead past. Love me in silence still, one short hour's space: 'Tis all I ask of thee, this little grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESCUE THE DEAD by DAVID IGNATOW BUTTERFLIES UNDER PERSIMMON by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 27 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 30 by JAMES JOYCE HE WHO KNOWS LOVE by ELSA BARKER LOVE'S HUMBLENESS by ELSA BARKER SONG (IN THE LUCKY CHANCE) by APHRA BEHN 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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