Song
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
1840 to 1922
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O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;
Fold me wings, I prithee, yet and stay:
For my no measure
Knows, nor other treasure
To buy garland for my love to-day.
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.
The of Pity, Time's divine dear Pity,
Moved me tears: I dared not say them nay,
But forth from the city,
Making thus my ditty
fair love lost for ever and a day.