But where began the change; and what's my crime? <br />The wretch condemned, who has not been arraigned, <br />Chafes at his sentence. Shall I, unsustained, <br />Drag on Love's nerveless body thro' all time? <br />I must have slept, since now I wake. Prepare, <br />You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: <br />Not like hard life, of laws. In Love's deep woods, <br />I dreamt of loyal Life:--the offence is there! <br />Love's jealous woods about the sun are curled; <br />At least, the sun far brighter there did beam. <br />My crime is, that the puppet of a dream, <br />I plotted to be worthy of the world. <br />Oh, had I with my darling helped to mince <br />The facts of life, you still had seen me go <br />With hindward feather and with forward toe, <br />Her much-adored delightful Fairy Prince!<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-love-x-but-where-began-the-change/
