ON HER VANITY - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems


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What are these things thou lovest? Vanity.
To see men turn their heads when thou dost pass;
To be the signboard and the looking-glass
Where every idler there may glut his eye;
To hear men speak thy name mysteriously,
Wagging their heads. Is it for this, alas,
That thou hast made a placard of a face
On which the tears of love were hardly dry?
What are these things thou lovest? The applause
Of prostitutes at wit which is not thine:
The sympathy of shop-boys who would weep
Their shilling's worth of woe in any cause,
At any tragedy. -- Their tears and mine,
What difference? Oh truly tears are cheap!