SONNET IN ASSONANCE <br />A thousand bluebells blossom in the wood, <br />Shut in a tangled brake of briar roses, <br />And guarded well from every wanton foot, <br />A treasure by no eye of man beholden, <br />No eye but mine. No other tongue hath spoken <br />Out to the joyless world what hidden joys <br />Lie there untasted, mines of wealth unnoted, <br />While a starved world without lives blank and void. <br />--Ah, couldst thou know, poor wretch, what I have known, <br />See what I saw upon that bank enshrinèd, <br />Soft pity had not wholly left thy soul <br />And tears had dimmed thy hard eyes uninvited. <br />Eyes that are cruel--bright with hunger's brightness, <br />Hunger for beauty, solitude, and peace. <br />There hadst thou found a beauty and a silence, <br />Such as nor tongue can tell nor fancy dream.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-xcviii/
