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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A Woman’s Sonnets: I
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If the past year were offered me again,
 With choice of good and ill before me set.
 Should I be wiser for the bliss and pain
 And dare to choose that we had never met?
 Could I find heart those happy hours to miss,
 When love began unthought of and unspoke
 That first strange day when by a sudden kiss
 We knew each other`s secret and awoke?
 Ah, no! not even to escape the smart
 Of that fell agony I underwent,
 Flying from thee and my own traitor heart,
 Till doubts and dreads and battlings overspent,
 I knew at last that thou or love or fate
 Had conquered and repentance was too late.
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