I thought that I had done with fleshly things, <br />That in the azure of high thought my soul <br />Had learned to fly on less substantial wings <br />To a new Heaven, a sublimer goal. <br />I thought that I was wise beneath the cowl <br />Of my dead hopes, beyond all power of Spring's <br />Most eloquent music to again cajole, <br />And that my service was the King of Kings. <br />--But look, alas, how thoughtless thought can be, <br />For to me thinking thus one ventured in <br />Bearing a letter and I read your name. <br />Then in an instant through my limbs a flame <br />Of pleasure ran, and wrought such change in me <br />That I was eager for all loveliest sin.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-relapse/
