I have seen many things in many lands, <br />And many sorrows known and many joys, <br />And clutched at pleasure's cup with lawless hands, <br />And drunk my fill of mirth and lust and noise, <br />Nor spared to make of human hearts my toys, <br />But fed with life the brute strength of my pride, <br />As with a tribute of fair living boys <br />The monstrous lord of Crete him satisfied. <br />--But of all pictures laid up in my soul <br />Are three most beautiful and passionate, <br />The illumined margin of an ancient scroll, <br />Which moraliseth pity, love and hate; <br />And these, when she is sad, she doth unroll <br />And on their common meaning meditate.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-pictures-3/
