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What woes are there	A
I would not choose to bear	A
For thy dear sake	B
Curses were blest the ache	B
Of sorrow's scourging and grief's crown of care	A
All pain were dear to me	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
A sun grown cold	D
Earth wrapped in vaporous fold	D
The corn flowers' head	E
Robbed of their blue and red	E
The buttercups and daisies of their gold	D
This could I choose to see	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
The notes unheard	F
Of lark and piping bird	F
Or else their songs	G
Replaced by harsher tongues	H
No voice to sing to me or speak a word	F
This too were joy to me	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
A life alone	I
One left with others gone	J
A mourning house	K
Where none moves but the mouse	K
Or knows the secret of its pale guests flown	I
Grief's tears were sweet to me	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
Night without sleep	L
Slow hours that halt and creep	L
A cheerless bed	E
Where Love nor lays his head	E
Nor looks with pity on blind eyes that weep	L
Watching were rest to me	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
Passion once sure	M
With vain expense grown poor	N
Cheeks ruddy white	O
Now crocussed with affright	O
And Love the guest all coldly shown the door	P
Love's loss were gain to me	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
Glory forsworn	Q
The World's praise changed to scorn	Q
Silence of friends	R
Foes gaining all their ends	R
Through fault of fortune and my sword undrawn	Q
Hatred were love to me	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
Life's purpose vast	O
Turned to base ends and cast	O
On lines of ill	S
Which faltering downward still	S
Shall topple headlong to the gulf at last	O
Life's shame were pride to me	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
A guarded cell	T
Where crime and madness dwell	T
Where murder creeps	U
And maniac laughter weeps	U
With the undying worm for last farewell	T
There let me die sad me	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C
	-
O Soul of mine	Q
Thou wert a thing divine	Q
But made in vain	Q
Then be thou broke in twain	Q
And spilled upon time's empty sands like wine	Q
My soul no Heaven would see	C
But it must be	C
For thee	C

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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