If the past year were offered me again, <br />With choice of good and ill before me set. <br />Should I be wiser for the bliss and pain <br />And dare to choose that we had never met? <br />Could I find heart those happy hours to miss, <br />When love began unthought of and unspoke <br />That first strange day when by a sudden kiss <br />We knew each other's secret and awoke? <br />Ah, no! not even to escape the smart <br />Of that fell agony I underwent, <br />Flying from thee and my own traitor heart, <br />Till doubts and dreads and battlings overspent, <br />I knew at last that thou or love or fate <br />Had conquered and repentance was too late.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-sonnets-i/
