How shall I ransom me? The world without, <br />Where once I lived in vain expense and noise, <br />Say, shall it welcome me in this last rout, <br />Back to its bosom of forgotten joys? <br />Sometimes I hear it whispering with strange voice, <br />Asking, ``Are we forever then cast out, <br />The things that helped thee once in thy annoys, <br />That thou despairest? Nay, away with doubt! <br />Take courage to thy heart to heal its woes. <br />It still shall beat as wildly as a boy's.'' <br />This tempts me in the night--time, and I loose <br />My soul to dalliance with youth's broken toys. <br />Ay, wherefore suffer? In this question lies <br />More than my soul can answer, and be wise.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-pilgrimage-sonnet-ii/
