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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - New Things Are Best
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What shall I tell you, child, in this new Sonnet?
 Life`s art is to forget, and last year`s sowing
 Cast in Time`s furrow with the storm winds blowing
 Bears me a wild crop with strange fancies on it.
 Last year I wore your sole rose in my bonnet.
 This year--who knows--who, even the All--knowing,
 What to my vagrant heart, for its undoing,
 Of weeds shall blossom ere my tears atone it?
 --New Spring is in the air with new desirings;
 New wonders fructify Earth, Sea, and Heaven,
 And happy birds sing loud from a new nest.
 Ah, why then grieve Love`s recreant aspirings,
 His last year`s hopes, his vows forgot, forgiven?
 Child, be we comforted! New things are best.
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