Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion, <br />Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well <br />Believed her able on earth to love and dwell <br />With whatso man she set her love upon; <br />But as I wandered once when day was done <br />Beside the murmuring, moon-lit ocean-swell, <br />Sudden thy silent beauty on me shone, <br />Fair as the moon had give thee all her spell. <br />Then, as Endymion had found on earth, <br />In unchanged beauty but in fashion changed, <br />Her whom I loved so long; so felt I then, <br />Not that a new love in my heart had birth, <br />But that the old, that far from reach had ranged, <br />Was now on earth, and to be loved of men.<br /><br />Francis William Bourdillon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-i-17/
