Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 2, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Twas thus with my natalia, suppliant soul Last Line: And not a flower was gathered of love's troth. | ||||||||
'Twas thus with my Natalia, suppliant soul, Who loved young Adrian to her heart's despite, And loved him dearly, yet could not cajole Her fears of ill nor use her woman's right To grant his wish, but ever put away The sweet fulfilment of each day's desire To a new to-morrow void as yesterday. Adrian in vain, with wild hopes high and higher, Essayed to make her convert to his creed. No laggard he to do, devise or dare. But still she failed him ever at his need, And still she gave but tears to his heart's prayer. And days and nights went cheerless for them both, And not a flower was gathered of love's troth. | 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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