Song
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
1840 to 1922
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Thy sad weeds to-morrow,
Of fair love lost for ever and a day.
For my heart no measure
The voice of Pity, Time's divine dear Pity,
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay:
Moved me to tears: I dared not say them nay,
To buy a garland for my love to-day.
Knows, nor other treasure
Making thus my ditty
But passed forth from the city,
For I fain would borrow
To make a mourning for love's yesterday.
O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;
And thou, too, Sorrow, tender-hearted Sorrow,
Thou gray-eyed mourner, fly not yet away: