Twenty days are barely gone, <br />I was merry all the day. <br />Folly was my butt of scorn. <br />Now the fool myself I play. <br /> <br />Wit and learning ruled my head, <br />Logic and economy. <br />All the books I ever read <br />Taught me only vanity. <br /> <br />Most of all it moved my mirth <br />Womankind the world should rule. <br />Man, the lord of all the Earth! <br />He, forsooth, a woman's tool! <br /> <br />Cherry lip and glancing eye! <br />What were rosy cheeks to me? <br />Beauty's truth was but a lie-- <br />Witness tomes of history! <br /> <br />Twenty days had barely run. <br />Twenty years they well might be. <br />All my wisdom was undone, <br />Reason bade good--night to me. <br /> <br />Her hair was of the red red gold, <br />Her blue eyes looked me through and through. <br />She was twenty--three years old, <br />I was twenty years and two. <br /> <br />Fortune, fame, I freely give, <br />Honour's self, if so she please, <br />Sweetly in her smile to live <br />Other twenty days like these.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twenty-days/
