'Tis hard to love not, whilst to love <br />Be sad joy, if by lust misled, <br />Thoughts too sweetly gaze on things <br />That perforce must change and decay. <br /> <br />Who's the man could savour his fill <br />Of gold, fame, sceptre, delights, false <br />Count'nance fair, that a heart he'd <br />Have sated and all cares might allay? <br /> <br />Love's surely our being's just course, <br />Aye, but 'tis flesh, from matter wrought, <br />Praising what knows like inception, <br />Guiles the soul, for which all's little <br /> <br />If Thee, Beauty real and e'erlasting, <br />It sees not, its love's true object.<br /><br />Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-v-4/
