THE SAME CONTINUED <br />But thou didst come upon him ere he wist, <br />A silent highwayman, and take his all <br />And leave him naked, when the night should fall <br />And all the road was conjured in a mist. <br />Too well thou keepedst thy unholy tryst, <br />As long ago that eastern seneschal <br />Rode all day long to meet at evenfall <br />Him he had fled ere yet the sun uprist. <br />--But I have spent me like a prodigal <br />The treasure of my youth, and, long ago, <br />Have eaten husks among the hungry swine, <br />And when I meet thee I will straightway fall <br />Upon thy neck, and if the tears shall flow, <br />They shall be tears of love for thee and thine.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-ci/
