What have I lost? The faith I had that Right <br />Must surely prove itself than Ill more strong. <br />For see how little my poor prayers had might <br />To save me, at the trial's pinch, from wrong. <br />What have I lost? The truth of my proud eyes <br />Scorning deceit. Behold me here to--day <br />Leading a double life, at shifts with lies, <br />And trembling lest each shadow should betray. <br />No longer with my lost ones may I mourn, <br />Who came to me in sleep and breathed soft words. <br />Sleepless I lie and fearful and forlorn, <br />With their love's edge still wounding like a sword's. <br />In thy dear presence only I find rest. <br />To thee alone naught needs to be confessed.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-sonnets-vi/
