TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED <br />Why did you love me? Was it not enough <br />That the world loved you, all the world and I? <br />Or was your heart of so sublime a stuff <br />That it might trifle with inconstancy <br />And love and cease to love and yet not die? <br />Heaven was your throne by right of happiness <br />And Earth your footstool. All things great and high <br />Waited your bidding, love itself no less. <br />Yet, if you deigned to love, if from your place <br />In Heaven you stooped, if, when your heart was moved, <br />A thrill of human pleasure tinged your face, <br />If 'twas in weakness not in strength you loved, <br />Then there was cause to blush. Yet, loving, how <br />Shall you blush less to be apostate now?<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xxxviii/
