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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXVIII
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TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED
 Why did you love me? Was it not enough
 That the world loved you, all the world and I?
 Or was your heart of so sublime a stuff
 That it might trifle with inconstancy
 And love and cease to love and yet not die?
 Heaven was your throne by right of happiness
 And Earth your footstool. All things great and high
 Waited your bidding, love itself no less.
 Yet, if you deigned to love, if from your place
 In Heaven you stooped, if, when your heart was moved,
 A thrill of human pleasure tinged your face,
 If `twas in weakness not in strength you loved,
 Then there was cause to blush. Yet, loving, how
 Shall you blush less to be apostate now?
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