Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt. b. 1840816. Song
O FLY not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure; | |
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay: | |
For my heart no measure | |
Knows, nor other treasure | |
To buy a garland for my love to-day. | 5 |
And thou, too, Sorrow, tender-hearted Sorrow, | |
Thou gray-eyed mourner, fly not yet away: | |
For I fain would borrow | |
Thy sad weeds to-morrow, | |
To make a mourning for love’s yesterday. | 10 |
The voice of Pity, Time’s divine dear Pity, | |
Moved me to tears: I dared not say them nay, | |
But passed forth from the city, | |
Making thus my ditty | |
Of fair love lost for ever and a day. | 15 |