Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG OF THE DESERT LARK, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT


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SONG OF THE DESERT LARK, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Love, love, in vain
Last Line: And so die.
Subject(s): Flowers; Love; Spring


LOVE, love, in vain
We count the days of Spring.
Lost is all love's pain,
Lost the songs we sing.
Sunshine and Summer rain,
Winter and Spring again
Still the years shall bring,
But we die.

Love, what a noon
Of happy love was ours!
Grief came too soon,
Touched the Autumn flowers,
Grief and the doubt of death,
Mixed with the roses' breath.
Darkly the Winter lowers,
And we die.

His torch, love, the Sun
Turns to the stormy West,
Like a fair dream begun
Changing to jest.
Love, while our souls are one,
Still let us sing the Sun,
Sing and forget the rest
And so die.





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