Oh, he whose pain means life, whose life means pain, <br />May feel again what I have felt before; <br />Who has beheld his bliss above him soar <br />And, when he sought it, fly away again; <br />Who in a labyrinth has tried in vain, <br />When he has lost his way, to find a door; <br />Whom love has singled out for nothing more <br />Than with despondency his soul to bane; <br />Who begs each lightning for a deadly stroke, <br />Each stream to drown the heart that cannot heal <br />From all the cruel stabs by which it broke; <br />Who does begrudge the dead their beds like steel <br />Where they are safe from love's beguiling yoke-- <br />He knows me quite, and feels what I must feel.<br /><br />August Graf von Platen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-103/
