Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because the moon is far: <br />And who am I to be straitened in a little earthly star? <br /> <br />Because thy face is fair? And what if it had not been, <br />The fairest face of all is the face I have not seen. <br /> <br />Because the land is cold, and however I scheme and plot, <br />I cannot find a ferry to the land where I am not. <br /> <br />Because thy lips are red and thy breasts upbraid the snow? <br />(There is neither white nor red in the pleasance where I go.) <br /> <br />Because thy lips grow pale and thy breasts grow dun and fall? <br />I go where the wind blows, Chloe, and am not sorry at all.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-lady-asking-foolish-questions/
