O fly not, Pleasure

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

1840 to 1922

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Of fair love lost for ever and a day.
And thou, too, Sorrow, tender-hearted Sorrow,
            For I fain would borrow
            Thy sad weeds to-morrow,
            Making thus my ditty
    Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay:
    Thou gray-eyed mourner, fly not yet away:
            For my heart no measure
            But passed forth from the city,
The voice of Pity, Time's divine dear Pity,
    To make a mourning for love's yesterday.
O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;
To buy a garland for my love to-day.
    Moved me to tears: I dared not say them nay,
            Knows, nor other treasure