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An old heart's mourning is a hideous thing	A
And weeds upon an aged weeper cling	A
Like night upon a grave The city there	B
Gaunt as a woman who has once been fair	B
Lay black with winter and the silent rain	C
Fell thro' the heavens darkly like a stain	C
Upon her face The dusky houses rose	D
Unlovely shapes laid naked on the ooze	E
Grimed with long sooty tears The night fell down	F
And gathered all the highways in its frown	F
This was my home I saw men pass and pass	G
Nor stop to look into a neighbour's face	H
I dared not look in their's because my eyes	I
Were faint and travel jarred and would not rise	I
From the dull earth and hunger made them dim	J
The hunger of a seven years' angry dream	K
Of love and peace and home unsatisfied	L
And now my heart thus grievously denied	L
Rose like a caged bird in the nesting time	M
Who beats against the bars that prison him	J
In all its greenness of youth's wounds and pain	C
And would not cease till these should bleed again	N
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For I had gone a hunter through the world	O
And set my tent in every land and hurled	O
My spears at life because my joys were dead	P
And many a fair field of the Earth was red	P
Where I had passed and many a wind might tell	Q
Of stricken souls that to my arrows fell	Q
I would not stop to listen to their cries	I
But went my way and thought that I was wise	I
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A wanderer's life whether his lone chase be man	R
Or only those poor outlaws under ban	R
The creatures of the field his hand destroys	S
Through rage of wantonness or need of noise	S
Is the fierce solace of its anger given	T
To a hurt soul which dares not turn to Heaven	T
With me it was a vengeance of love lost	U
A refuge proved for passions tempest tossed	U
An unguent for despairs that could not kill	V
I wandered in the desert and the hill	V
Seeking dry places and behold my grief	W
Fled with my footprints and I found relief	W
And it had happened to me as befalls	X
Men bred in cities who have left their walls	X
For gain or pleasure that the wilderness	Y
Grew lastly wearisome I loved it less	Z
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And once a desperate chase had led me on	A2
To an unknown land when daylight was near done	T
And I sat weary by my slaughtered prey	B2
And watched the cranes which northward fled away	B2
Rank upon rank into the depths of air	B
And still the horizon lifeless vast and bare	B
Stretched wide around and like a vault of dread	P
The arch of heaven hemmed me overhead	P
And the great eye of the dead beast was set	C2
Upon my own I felt my cheek was wet	C2
Oh surely then for all man's heart be hard	D2
Though he have taken Nature by the beard	E2
And lived alone as to the manner born	F2
And though his limbs be strung with toil and worn	F2
To all Earth's dangers yet at such a time	M
His coward soul will overmaster him	J
Saying Beware thou child of Earth even now	G2
Look at the world how wide it is and thou	G2
How small And thou hast dared to be alone ''	-
And lo the last long flight of cranes was gone	H2
And darkness with its folding pity crept	I2
Over the plain I hid my face and wept	I2
Till sleep fell on me But when dawn was come	J2
I turned my steps to what had been my home	K2
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The palace gardens I had fled aside	L
From the gaunt streets in easement of my pride	L
After the lamps were lit for to my brain	C
The tumult and the passers by were pain	C
The gardens where in those far summer times	L2
A boy I came to watch the pantomimes	L2
Among a laughing crowd of white capped bonnes	L2
And red cheeked children and loud country clowns	L2
Or where along the wall in graver sense	L2
And screened from winds in their petite Provence	L2
With the first chestnut blossoms old men sat	M2
And cheered their melancholy souls with chat	M2
Thawing like frozen apples in the sun	T
The old men and the children all were gone	H2
The leaves their canopy lay torn and dead	P
And crushed in spongy heaps beneath my tread	P
The fountains recreant to their laughter lay	B2
Murk pools of silence shrouded from the day	B2
As though no doves had ever at their brink	N2
Stooped in full June to plume themselves and drink	N2
Only the trees stood witness of the past	O2
Sad trees I greeted them I held them fast	O2
Like a friend's hands They were as changed and bare	B
As my own life but calm in the despair	B
Of their long winter's martyrdom and I	P2
A very child in my philosophy	Q2
Till I remembered that no Spring would come	J2
To mock the winter of my own long doom	R2
With any merriment And Trees'' I cried	L
Your hearts within are all too greenly dyed	L
To match with mine '' I let their branches go	S2
And sat upon a bench to feed my woe	S2
With memories long hidden out of mind	T2
But which trooped back that night and rode the wind	T2
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These wooden benches what sad ghosts of pleasures	L2
Had used them nightly crouching o'er their treasures	L2
My own long murdered joys since there we sat	M2
Blind in our love and insolent to Fate	U2
Each one a witness proved of our lost vows	L2
Our prayers our protests all our souls' carouse	L2
Each one inscribed through the unheeding years	L2
With letters of a name I wrote in tears	L2
'Twas here I saw her first a pure sweet woman	T
Fair as a goddess but with smile all human	T
Her children at her knees who went and came	V2
At each new wayward impulse of their game	V2
And she reproving with her quiet eyes	L2
Veiling the mirth they could not all disguise	L2
The echo of her voice with its mute thrill	V
Lived in these glades and stirred my pulses still	V
Though I had lived to hear it in what tone	W2
Of passionate grief and souls' disunion	T
She stood a broken lily by that tree	Q2
Sunlight and shade for ever changingly	V
Chequering the robe she wore of virgin white	X2
When first I touched the goal of my delight	X2
Her woman's hand and hid it in my hands	L2
Here shone the glory of her countenance	L2
Nobler for tears when weakness for a space	L2
Held full dominion in that heaven her face	L2
And she confessed herself of grief divine	Y2
And love grown young a vintage of new wine	Y2
And I was crowned her king O silent trees	L2
You heard it and you know how to the lees	L2
We drained the cup of life and found it good	Z2
Gathering love's manna for our daily food	A3
In scorn of the vain rest You heard and knew	B3
What the world only guessed where all was true	B3
And have you dreamed on in your quiet grove	C3
While seven years were built against our love	D3
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'Twas on this bench I sat that day of June	E3
Thinking of death a whole sweet afternoon	E3
Till I was sick of sorrow and my tongue	F3
Weary of its long silence I was young	F3
And the birds sang so loud and when the night	X2
Came as it now came and the lamps grew bright	X2
In the long street lit like a diamond chain	C
I rose and said I will not bear the pain	C
What is my pride worth that for it this smart	G3
Should harrow up the green things of my heart	G3
For twelve importunate hours in such a sort	H3
And pleasure is so sweet and life so short ''	-
And as a martyr who long time has lain	C
Frozen in a dungeon sees amid his pain	C
When he has fasted on for many days	L2
Bright visions of hot feasts and hearths ablaze	L2
With welcome and who sells his gloomy creed	I3
And is overcome of pleasure so my need	I3
Conquered my pride and I arose and went	J3
Striding with smiles at my new found intent	J3
Down these same gravel alleys to the gate	U2
And so beyond like one inebriate	U2
Thinking the while of the brave baths and food	A3
Set for the renegade until I stood	Z2
Once more before her door I had forsworn	F2
I did not stop to question thoughts forlorn	F2
But knocked as I had knocked a thousand times	L2
St Roch's was ringing its last evening chimes	L2
And I still thought about the martyr's dream	K
I saw the light within the threshold gleam	K
Which opened to me and the voice I knew	B3
Said in all sweetness as the door swung to	B3
Come We are just in time How fortunate	K3
You too like me have happened to be late ''	-
I swear I said no word of the sad plans	L2
I had plotted on this bench of ignorance	L2
There have been kings called happy but not one	T
As I that night Ah God to be alone	W2
Alone and never more to hear her voice	L2
Calling me ba	L3

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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