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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SKAITH OF GUILLARDUN: 48, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE
First Line: Like spindrift swept the foam-flakes to his rear
Last Line: When every heart-throb now was harvested!
Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles
Subject(s): Hearts; Love
First Line: Like spindrift swept the foam-flakes to his rear
Last Line: When every heart-throb now was harvested!
Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles
Subject(s): Hearts; Love
Like spindrift swept the foam-flakes to his rear,
Yet his full heart ne'er omen'd the abyss
That yawns in front of all who love foreswear.
The fairest maid in this fair land was his—
A jewel that the mightiest king might wear—
Why had his laggard suit been so remiss?
How many loveless days unfruited sped,
When every heart-throb now was harvested!
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