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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CXIV
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A LATER DEDICATION

 To her the sweetest, fairest, worthiest one,
 Who the inspirer is of my new praise,
 Whom lately once, one Autumn afternoon,
 I walked with nor told aught a lover says,
 And yet who knows I love her in all ways
 A maiden dreams: the suppliant at her throne,
 The counsellor of strength, the lord of lays
 Loyal to chastity and her alone,
 These rhymes I dedicate. Oh, if there be
 Still in this world of vanished creeds and kings
 Some faith in royal blood and right divine,
 Some lingering reverence paid to majesty,
 Here seek it and here find it, for it clings
 To each hushed verse like incense to a shrine.
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