THE SAME CONTINUED <br />Give me thy soul, Juliet, give me thy soul! <br />I am a bitter sea, which drinketh in <br />The sweetness of all waters, and so thine. <br />Thou, like a river, pure and swift and full <br />And freighted with the wealth of many lands, <br />With hopes, and fears, and death and life, dost roll <br />Against the troubled ocean of my sin. <br />Thou doubtest not, though on these desert sands <br />The billows surge against thee black with brine, <br />Unwearied. For thy love is fixed and even <br />And bears thee onward, and thy faith is whole. <br />Though thou thyself shouldst sin, yet surely Heaven <br />Hath held thee guiltless and thou art forgiven.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xxiv/
