Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 48. FAREWELL TO JULIET (10), by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I think there never was a dearer woman Last Line: Of sorrow's power, grief's wealth, experience. | ||||||||
I think there never was a dearer woman, A better, kinder, truer than you were, A gentler spirit more divinely human Than yours with your sweet melancholy air Of tender gaiety, which seemed like care, And in your voice a sob as of distress At the world's ways, its sin and its despair, Being yourself all strange to wickedness. Now you are neither gentle, kind, nor good, And you have sorrows of your own to grieve, And in your mirth compassion has no mood; You wear no more your heart upon your sleeve, And if your voice still sobs 'tis with a sense Of sorrow's power, grief's wealth, experience. | 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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