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Is Love a boy?

by William Byrd

0.5259 + 0.5353i

Drawing the boundary…

On the Nature of Love

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

0.5598 + 0.6134i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Is Love a boy?

by William Byrd

Is Love a boy? What means he then to strike?
Or is he blind? Why will he be a guide?
Is he a man? Why doth he hurt his like?
Is he a god? Why doth he men deride?
Not one of these, but one compact of all:
A wilful boy, a man still dealing blows,
Of purpose blind to lead men to their thrall,
A god that rules unruly, God He knows!
Boy, pity me that am a child again;
Blind, be no more my guide to make me stray;
Man, use thy might to force away my pain;
God, do me good and lead me to my way.
And if thou beest a power to me unknown,
Power of my life, let here thy grace be shown.

On the Nature of Love

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

You ask my love. What shall my love then be? 
A hope, an aspiration, a desire? 
The soul’s eternal charter writ in fire 
Upon the earth, the heavens, and the sea? 
You ask my love. The carnal mystery 
Of a soft hand, of finger-tips that press, 
Of eyes that kindle and of lips that kiss, 
Of sweet things known to thee and only thee? 
You ask my love. What love can be more sweet 
Than hope or pleasure? Yet we love in vain. 
The soul is more than joy, the life than meat. 
The sweetest love of all were love in pain, 
And that I will not give. So let it be. 
—Nay, give me any love, so it be love of thee.

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