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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - For Thee
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What woes are there
 I would not choose to bear
 For thy dear sake?
 Curses were blest, the ache
 Of sorrow`s scourging and grief`s crown of care.
 All pain were dear to me,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 A sun grown cold,
 Earth wrapped in vaporous fold,
 The corn--flowers` head
 Robbed of their blue and red,
 The buttercups and daisies of their gold.
 This could I choose to see,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 The notes unheard
 Of lark and piping bird,
 Or else their songs
 Replaced by harsher tongues,
 No voice to sing to me or speak a word.
 This too were joy to me,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 A life alone,
 One left with others gone,
 A mourning house,
 Where none moves but the mouse
 Or knows the secret of its pale guests flown.
 Grief`s tears were sweet to me,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 Night without sleep,
 Slow hours that halt and creep,
 A cheerless bed
 Where Love nor lays his head
 Nor looks with pity on blind eyes that weep.
 Watching were rest to me,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 Passion, once sure,
 With vain expense grown poor,
 Cheeks ruddy white
 Now crocussed with affright,
 And Love the guest all coldly shown the door.
 Love`s loss were gain to me,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 Glory forsworn,
 The World`s praise changed to scorn,
 Silence of friends,
 Foes gaining all their ends
 Through fault of fortune and my sword undrawn.
 Hatred were love to me,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 Life`s purpose vast
 Turned to base ends and cast
 On lines of ill
 Which faltering downward still
 Shall topple headlong to the gulf at last.
 Life`s shame were pride to me,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 A guarded cell,
 Where crime and madness dwell,
 Where murder creeps
 And maniac laughter weeps,
 With the undying worm for last farewell.
 There let me die, sad me,
 But it must be
 For thee.

 O Soul of mine!
 Thou wert a thing divine,
 But made in vain.
 Then be thou broke in twain
 And spilled upon time`s empty sands like wine.
 My soul no Heaven would see,
 But it must be
 For thee.
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