Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,--no, <br />Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair <br />Than small white single poppies,--I can bear <br />Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though <br />From left to right, not knowing where to go, <br />I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there <br />Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear <br />So has it been with mist,--with moonlight so. <br />Like him who day by day unto his draught <br />Of delicate poison adds him one drop more <br />Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten, <br />Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed <br />Each hour more deeply than the hour before, <br />I drink--and live--what has destroyed some men.<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-i-thou-art-not-lovelier-than-lilacs-2/
