Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt. b. 1840819. To Manon, on his Fortune in loving Her
I DID not choose thee, dearest. It was Love | |
That made the choice, not I. Mine eyes were blind | |
As a rude shepherd’s who to some lone grove | |
His offering brings and cares not at what shrine | |
He bends his knee. The gifts alone were mine; | 5 |
The rest was Love’s. He took me by the hand, | |
And fired the sacrifice, and poured the wine, | |
And spoke the words I might not understand. | |
I was unwise in all but the dear chance | |
Which was my fortune, and the blind desire | 10 |
Which led my foolish steps to Love’s abode, | |
And youth’s sublime unreason’d prescience | |
Which raised an altar and inscribed in fire | |
Its dedication To the Unknown God. |