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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CI
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 But thou didst come upon him ere he wist,
 A silent highwayman, and take his all
 And leave him naked, when the night should fall
 And all the road was conjured in a mist.
 Too well thou keepedst thy unholy tryst,
 As long ago that eastern seneschal
 Rode all day long to meet at evenfall
 Him he had fled ere yet the sun uprist.
 --But I have spent me like a prodigal
 The treasure of my youth, and, long ago,
 Have eaten husks among the hungry swine,
 And when I meet thee I will straightway fall
 Upon thy neck, and if the tears shall flow,
 They shall be tears of love for thee and thine.
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