TO ONE WHO SPOKE ILL OF HIM <br />What is your quarrel with me, in love's name, <br />Fair queen of wrath? What evil have I done, <br />What treason to the thought of our dear shame <br />Subscribed or plotted? Is my heart less one <br />In its obedience to your stern decrees <br />Than on the day when first you said ``I please,'' <br />And with your lips ordained our union? <br />Am I not now, as then, upon my knees? <br />You bade me love you, and the deed was done, <br />And when you cried ``Enough'' I stopped, and when <br />You bade me go I went, and when you said <br />``Forget me'' I forgot. Alas, what wrong <br />Would you avenge upon a loyal head, <br />Which ever bowed to you in joy and pain, <br />That you thus scourge me with your pitiless tongue?<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iii-gods-and-false-gods-lxv/
