Women have loved before as I love now; <br />At least, in lively chronicles of the past— <br />Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow <br />Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast <br />Much to their cost invaded—here and there, <br />Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest, <br />I find some woman bearing as I bear <br />Love like a burning city in the breast. <br />I think however that of all alive <br />I only in such utter, ancient way <br />Do suffer love; in me alone survive <br />The unregenerate passions of a day <br />When treacherous queens, with death upon the tread, <br />Heedless and willful, took their knights to bed.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-women-have-loved-before-as-i-love-now/
