Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 32. EXHORTING HER TO PATIENCE, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Why do we fret at the inconstancy Last Line: And floods rise fast, and we are swept away. | ||||||||
Why do we fret at the inconstancy Of our frail hearts, which cannot always love? Time rushes onward, and we mortals move Like waifs upon a river, neither free To halt nor hurry. Sweet, if destiny Throws us together for an hour, a day, In the back-water of this quiet bay, Let us rejoice. Before us lies the sea, Where we must all be lost in spite of love. We dare not stop to question. Happiness Lies in our hand unsought, a treasure trove. Time has short patience of man's vain distress; And fate grows angry at too long delay; And floods rise fast, and we are swept away. | 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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