I think if you had loved me when I wanted; <br /> If I'd looked up one day, and seen your eyes, <br />And found my wild sick blasphemous prayer granted, <br /> And your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, <br />Flushed suddenly; the white godhead in new fear <br /> Intolerably so struggling, and so shamed; <br />Most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, <br /> If earth had seen Earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, <br />Shaken, and trapped, and shivering, for MY touch -- <br /> Myself should I have slain? or that foul you? <br />But this the strange gods, who had given so much, <br /> To have seen and known you, this they might not do. <br />One last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken; <br /> And I'm alone; and you have not awoken.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/success-3/
