HE PROTESTS, NOTWITHSTANDING, HIS LOVE <br />To be cast forth from the fair light of heaven <br />Into the outer darkness and there lie, <br />Through unrecorded years of agony, <br />Unseen, unheard, unpitied, unforgiven; <br />To be forgotten of the earth and sky, <br />Forgotten of the womb that once did bear, <br />The eyes that cheered, the voice that comforted, <br />The very breast where love had laid his head; <br />To be alone with darkness and despair, <br />Alone with endless death, and not to die: <br />All these be punishments within the hand <br />Of an avenging deity to deal. <br />To these I bow in weakness as behoves. <br />Yet not in anger but in love I stand <br />'Gainst heaven, a new Prometheus, and appeal <br />From God to my own soul which ceaseless loves. <br />His be the wrath, the burning and the rod. <br />Hell shall not make me traitor to my God.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-i-to-manon-xix/
