HE DESIRES THE IMPOSSIBLE <br />If it were possible the fierce sun should, <br />Standing in heaven unloved, companionless, <br />Enshrinèd be in some white--bosomed cloud, <br />And so forget his rage and loneliness; <br />If it were possible the bitter seas <br />Should suddenly grow sweet, till at their brink <br />Birds with bright eyes should stoop athirst and drink; <br />--If these were possible; and if to these <br />It should be proved that love has sometimes been <br />'Twixt lambs and leopards, doves and hawks, that snow <br />Clasps the bare rocks, that rugged oaks grow green <br />In the west wind, that pinkest blossoms blow <br />Upon May's blackest thorn;--then, only then, <br />I might believe that love between us two <br />Was still in heaven's gift, sweet child.--And you?<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iii-gods-and-false-gods-liv/
