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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIV
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O fool! O false! I have abandoned Heaven,
 And sold my wealth for metal of base kind.
 O frail disciple of a fair creed given
 For human hope when all the world was blind!
 What was my profit? Freedom of the mind,
 A little pleasure of the years, some scars
 Of lusty youth, and some few thoughts enshrined
 In worthier record of my manhood`s years.
 All else is loss, and unredeemed distress;
 The voiceful seasons uninvited come,
 And bring their tribute of new flowers, and pass:
 Only the reason of the world is dumb;
 Nor does God any more by word or sign
 Speak to our rebel hearts of things divine.
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