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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LVII
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ON A LOST OPPORTUNITY
 We might, if you had willed, have conquered Heaven.
 Once only in our lives before the gate
 Of Paradise we stood, one fortunate even,
 And gazed in sudden rapture through the grate.
 And, while you stood astonished, I, our fate
 Venturing, pushed the latch and found it free.
 There stood the tree of knowledge fair and great
 Beside the tree of life. One instant we
 Stood in that happy garden, guardianless.
 My hands already turned towards the tree
 And in another moment we had known
 The taste of joy and immortality
 And been ourselves as gods. But in distress
 You thrust me back with supplicating arms
 And eyes of terror, till the impatient sun
 Had time to set and till the heavenly host
 Rushed forth on us with clarions and alarms
 And cast us out for ever, blind and lost.
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