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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Twenty Days
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Twenty days are barely gone,
 I was merry all the day.
 Folly was my butt of scorn.
 Now the fool myself I play.

 Wit and learning ruled my head,
 Logic and economy.
 All the books I ever read
 Taught me only vanity.

 Most of all it moved my mirth
 Womankind the world should rule.
 Man, the lord of all the Earth!
 He, forsooth, a woman`s tool!

 Cherry lip and glancing eye!
 What were rosy cheeks to me?
 Beauty`s truth was but a lie--
 Witness tomes of history!

 Twenty days had barely run.
 Twenty years they well might be.
 All my wisdom was undone,
 Reason bade good--night to me.

 Her hair was of the red red gold,
 Her blue eyes looked me through and through.
 She was twenty--three years old,
 I was twenty years and two.

 Fortune, fame, I freely give,
 Honour`s self, if so she please,
 Sweetly in her smile to live
 Other twenty days like these.
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