---

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCV
Work rating: Low

HE IS NOT A POET
 I would not, if I could, be called a poet.
 I have no natural love of the ``chaste muse.``
 If aught be worth the doing I would do it;
 And others, if they will, may tell the news.
 I care not for their laurels but would choose
 On the world`s field to fight or fall or run.
 My soul`s ambition will not take excuse
 To play the dial rather than the sun.
 The faith I held I hold, as when a boy
 I left my books for cricket--bat and gun.
 The tales of poets are but scholars` themes.
 In my hot youth I held it that a man
 With heart to dare and stomach to enjoy
 Had better work to his hand in any plan
 Of any folly, so the thing were done,
 Than in the noblest dreaming of mere dreams.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.