IN PRAISE OF HIS FATE <br />When I hear others speak of this and that <br />In our fools' lives which might have better gone, <br />Complaining idly of too niggard fate <br />And wishing still their senseless past undone, <br />I feel a childish tremor through me run, <br />Stronger than reason, lest by some far chance <br />Fate's ear to our sad plaints should yet be won <br />And these our lives be thrown back on our hands. <br />I tremble when I think of my past years, <br />My hopes, my aims, my wishes. All these days <br />I might have wandered far from Love and thee. <br />But kind fate held me, heedless of my prayers, <br />A prisoner to its wise mysterious ways, <br />And forced me to thy feet--ah fortunate me!<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-i-to-manon-vi/
