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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CIV
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 O world, in very truth thou art too young,
 They gave thee love who measured out thy skies,
 And, when they found for thee another star,
 Who made a festival and straightway hung
 The jewel on thy neck. O merry world,
 Hast thou forgot the glory of those eyes
 Which first looked love in thine? Thou hast not furled
 One banner of thy bridal car for them.
 O world, in very truth thou art too young.
 There was a voice which sang about thy Spring,
 Till Winter froze the sweetness of his lips,
 And lo, the worms had hardly left his tongue
 Before thy nightingales were come again.
 O world, what courage hast thou thus to sing?
 Say, has thy merriment no secret pain
 No sudden weariness that thou art young?
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