A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVII

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)



I will release my soul of argument.
He that would love must follow with shut eyes.
My reason of the years was discontent,
My treasure for all hope a vain surmise.
I will have done with wisdom's sophistries,
Her insolence of wit. What man shall say
He comfort takes in the short hour that dies,
Because he knew it mortal yesterday?
The tree of knowledge bears a bitter fruit.
This is that other tree, whose branches hold
Fair store of faith, peace, pity absolute,
And deeds of virtue for a world grown cold.
If by its fruits the tree of life be known,
Here is a truth undreamed of Solomon.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Scheme ABCBBDBDEFEFGH
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 583
Words 112
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14

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