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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE IS MASTER STILL, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Since that it may not be Last Line: For love is master still, or be we bond or free. Subject(s): Desire; Hearts; Love | |||
SINCE that it may not be, The thing my soul desires, And that Love's tenderer fires Are doomed to loss and Time's sterility, Ours be it this one day Flowers at Love's feet to lay, For Love is master still, or be we bond or free. We may not quite be blest. Time's treasure is too great, And ours too weak a fate, And Joy burns low, a sun-flame in the West. Night comes, the while we stand Forlornly hand in hand, And then the tears begin, the dreams that have no rest. Yet, since it may not be, And Love can not be wise, And in each other's eyes We still must seek Time's lost felicity, Ours be it this last day Flowers on Love's grave to lay, For Love is master still, or be we bond or free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD 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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