Song
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
1840 to 1922
Track 1
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Knows, nor other treasure
For I fain would borrow
Moved me to tears: I dared not say them nay,
But passed forth from the city,
To make a mourning for love's yesterday.
Thou gray-eyed mourner, fly not yet away:
And thou, too, Sorrow, tender-hearted Sorrow,
For my heart no measure
To buy a garland for my love to-day.
Of fair love lost for ever and a day.
Making thus my ditty
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay:
The voice of Pity, Time's divine dear Pity,
Thy sad weeds to-morrow,
O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;