<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536574" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XIV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE HAS FALLEN FROM THE HEIGHT OF HIS LOVE<br>Love, how ignobly hast thou met thy doom!<br>Ill--seasoned scaffolding by which, full--fraught<br>With passionate youth and mighty hopes, we clomb<br>To our heart's heaven, fearing, doubting, naught!<br>Oh love, thou wert too frail for such mad sport,<br>Too rotten at thy core, designed too high:<br>And we who trusted thee our death have bought,<br>And bleeding on the ground must surely die.<br>--I will not see her. What she now may be<br>I care not. For the dream within my brain<br>Is fairer, nobler, and more kind than she;<br>And with that vision I can mock at pain.<br>God! Was there ever woman half so sweet,<br>Or death so bitter, or at such dear feet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536574" data-title="The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XIV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="HE HAS FALLEN FROM THE HEIGHT OF HIS LOVE Love, how ignobly hast thou met thy doom! Ill--seasoned scaffolding by which, full--fraught With passionate youth and mighty hopes, we clomb To our heart's heaven, fearing, doubting, naught! Oh love, thou ..."></div> </div> </div>

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