Here you will find thePoemA Digit Of The Moonof poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
This book is written for Man's ultimate need, A creed of joy sent down to the aged Earth From days of happier daring and more mirth To comfort and console all hearts that bleed. Here shall ye find how Love, that mastering weed Of tropic growth and paradisal power, Sprang in a night and found its fortunate hour And was fulfilled of glory, flower, fruit, seed, A wonder to the Forest.--O ye souls Of men and women, who on Time's whim wait Nor clutch her hem when Pleasure turns to flee! Read of these two, who ill content with doles Rose in their rage and gave assault to Fate And won their birth--fruit. Read. Nay, dare it ye!
