Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO ONE IN A GARDEN, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If I were other than, alas, I am Last Line: To the full deluge of the descending rain? Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening | ||||||||
IF I were other than, alas, I am, A soul in strife, whom banded foemen vex, If toil were folly and good deeds a sham, And hydra wrong had shed its serpent necks, And life's dark problems could no more perplex, How sweet it were, forgotten of all blame, In that far garden which your summer decks To dream with you that grief was but a name. Ay, dream! For waking which of us were wise To spell grief's epitaph? Some tears must be Even in the herald hour of your sunrise. And in the night? Ah, child, what misery, Think you, awaits us when life's flood-gates strain To the full deluge of the descending rain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOVEMBER GARDEN: AN ELEGY by ANDREW HUDGINS AN ENGLISH GARDEN IN AUSTRIA (SEEN AFTER DER ROSENKAVALIER) by RANDALL JARRELL ACROSS THE BROWN RIVER by GALWAY KINNELL A DESERTED GARDEN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS NOT THE SWEET CICELY OF GERARDES HERBALL by MARGARET AVISON AN OLD GARDEN by HERBERT BASHFORD 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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