Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIGHT ON OUR LIVES, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Night on our lives, ah me, how surely has it fallen! Last Line: Unspoiled love's rose shall blow, the dear love which was ours. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
NIGHT on our lives, ah me, how surely has it fallen! Be they who can deceived. I dare not look before. See, sad years, to your own; your little wealth long hoarded, How sore it was to win, how soon it perished all! Beauty, the one face loved, the pure eyes mine so worshipped, So true, so touching once, so tender in their dreams! Find me that hour again. I yield the rest uncounted, Urns for the dust of time, divine in her sole tears. Unseen one! Unforgotten! Oh, if your eyes behold it By chance, this page revealed which trembling hides your name, Merged in the ultimate wreck of fame and meaner joys! Co-partner be with me in this my soul's last sorrow, Pearl of my hidden life, this grief, that not again Unspoiled love's rose shall blow, the dear love which was ours. | 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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