ASKING THE FULFILMENT OF HER LOVE <br />I ask for love who famished am in plenty, <br />Not scorning the dear manna of your tears <br />But being vexed with that too froward twenty <br />Which heads the sum of my rebellious years. <br />My soul is fallen ``in lust of cucumbers, <br />Of fish, of melons,'' through its long abstaining. <br />Unworthy Egypt yet enslaves my fears. <br />Ah, love, I thirst, but not for heaven's raining. <br />Why speak to me, alas, of heavenly joys <br />Who ask for joys of earth these cannot cheat? <br />What are these clouds, these pillars of fire to me? <br />The wilderness is long. Youth cannot be <br />For ever fed on these unnatural toys <br />And needs must murmur if it have not meat.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xxvii/
