I sue thee not for pity on my case. <br />If I have sinned, the judgment has begun. <br />My joy was but one day of all the days, <br />And clouds have blotted it and hid the sun. <br />Thou wert so much to me! But soon I knew <br />How small a part could mine be in thy life, <br />That all a woman may endure or do <br />Counts little to her hero in the strife. <br />I do not blame thee who deserved no blame; <br />Thou hast so many worlds within thy ken. <br />I staked my all upon a losing game, <br />Knowing the nature and the needs of men, <br />And knowing too how quickly pride is spent. <br />With open eyes to Love and Death I went.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-sonnets-viii/
