Distraction is the panacea, Sir! <br />I hear my oracle of Medicine say. <br />Doctor! that same specific yesterday <br />I tried, and the result will not deter <br />A second trial. Is the devil's line <br />Of golden hair, or raven black, composed? <br />And does a cheek, like any sea-shell rosed, <br />Or clear as widowed sky, seem most divine? <br />No matter, so I taste forgetfulness. <br />And if the devil snare me, body and mind, <br />Here gratefully I score:--he seemèd kind, <br />When not a soul would comfort my distress! <br />O sweet new world, in which I rise new made! <br />O Lady, once I gave love: now I take! <br />Lady, I must be flattered. Shouldst thou wake <br />The passion of a demon, be not afraid.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-love-xxvii-distraction-is-the-panacea/
