IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION <br />Why should I hate you, love, or why despise <br />For that last proof of tenderness you gave? <br />The battle is not always to the brave, <br />Nor life's sublimest wisdom to the wise. <br />True courage often is in frightened eyes, <br />And reason in sweet lips that only rave. <br />There is a weakness stronger than the grave, <br />And blood poured out has overcome the skies. <br />--Nay, love, I honour you the more for this, <br />That you have rent the veil, and ushered in <br />A fellow soul to your soul's holy place. <br />And why should either blush that we have been <br />One day in Eden, in our nakedness? <br />--'Tis conscience makes us sinners, not our sin.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xxviii/
