THE SAME CONTINUED <br />Again Love left you. With appealing eyes <br />You watched him go, and lips apart to speak. <br />He left you, and once more the sun did rise <br />And the sun set, and week trod close on week <br />And month on month, till you had reached the goal <br />Of forty years, and life's full waters grew <br />To bitterness and flooded all your soul, <br />Making you loathe old things and pine for new. <br />And you into the wilderness had fled, <br />And in your desolation loud did cry, <br />``Oh for a hand to turn these stones to bread!'' <br />Then in your ear Love whispered scornfully, <br />``Thou too, poor fool, thou, even thou,'' he said, <br />``Shalt taste thy little honey ere thou die.''<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iii-gods-and-false-gods-lxviii/
