TO ONE WHOM HE HAD LOVED TOO LONG <br />Why do I cling to thee, sad love? Too long <br />Thou bringest me neither pleasure to my soul <br />Nor profit to my reason save in song, <br />My daily utterance. See, thy beggar's dole <br />Of foolish tears cannot my tears cajole; <br />Thy laughter doth my laughter grievous wrong; <br />Thy anger angereth me; thou heapest coal <br />Of fire upon my head the drear night long <br />With thy forgiveness. What is this thou wilt? <br />Mine ears have ceased to hear, my tongue to speak, <br />And naught is left for my spent heart to do. <br />Love long has left the feast; the cup is spilt. <br />Let us go too. The dawn begins to break, <br />And there is mockery in this heaven of blue.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iii-gods-and-false-gods-lxxxi/
