THE SAME CONTINUED <br />Thrice happy fools! What wisdom shall we learn <br />In this world or the next, if next there be, <br />More deep, more full, more worthy our concern <br />Than that first word of folly taught us? We <br />Had suddenly grown silent. I could see <br />Your cheek had lost a little of its hue, <br />And your lips trembled, and beseechingly <br />Your blue eyes turned to mine, and well I knew <br />Your woman's instinct had divined my speech, <br />The meaning of a word so lightly spoken. <br />The word was a confession, clear to each, <br />A pledge as plain and as distinct a token <br />As that of Peter at his master's knees, <br />``Thou knowest that I love thee more than these.''<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xlvi/
