Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 113, TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: This is the book. For evil and for good Last Line: One hidden lies for you, a sign of signs. | ||||||||
This is the book. For evil and for good, What my life was in it is written plain. These are no dreams, but things of flesh and blood, The past that lived and shall not live again. This is the book. I dare not bid you read. Too much of my poor soul you would unlock. Your own soul, if it tender were, might bleed. I could not bear that you should only mock. My life lies here. And yet in vain, dear heart, The tale is told. One page it yearns to see, One play where one best actor should find part. But that, alas for love! shall never be. Yet, if a sign you seek between these lines, One hidden lies for you, a sign of signs. | 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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