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