Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (August 17, 1840September 10, 1922) was a British poet and writer.


  • Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens.
    Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars?
    Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city.
    A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.
  • Therefore the earth is dark to me, the sunlight blackness,
    Therefore I go in tears and alone, by night and day;
    Therefore I find no love in heaven, no light, no beauty,
    A heaven taken by storm, where none are left but the slain!
    • The Desolate City, from Collected Poems (1914)
  • I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even
    Better than all by this, that through my chase
    In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven
    I seem'd to see and follow still your face.
    Your face my quarry was. For it I rode,
    My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.
    • St. Valentine's Day, from Collected Poems (1914)

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