Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt. b. 1840823. The Two Highwaymen
| I LONG have had a quarrel set with Time | |
| Because he robb’d me. Every day of life | |
| Was wrested from me after bitter strife: | |
| I never yet could see the sun go down | |
| But I was angry in my heart, nor hear | 5 |
| The leaves fall in the wind without a tear | |
| Over the dying summer. I have known | |
| No truce with Time nor Time’s accomplice, Death. | |
| The fair world is the witness of a crime | |
| Repeated every hour. For life and breath | 10 |
| Are sweet to all who live; and bitterly | |
| The voices of these robbers of the heath | |
| Sound in each ear and chill the passer-by. | |
| —What have we done to thee, thou monstrous Time? | |
| What have we done to Death that we must die? | 15 |