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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: L
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 What have I done? What gross impiety
 Prompted my hand thus against God and good?
 Was there not joy on Earth enough for me
 That I must scale the Heaven where you stood,
 And with my sinful blood pollute your blood?
 You were the type of wise sweet sanctity,
 Of that unearthly half of womanhood
 Which well redeems the rest. Oh, Juliet, we
 Sinned in a temple, and our tears to--day
 Appeal in vain to Heaven which dares not hear.
 God is not always mocked. And thus we pay
 Our uttermost debt unheeded, tear on tear
 And scoff on scoff and sin heaped up on sin,
 While there is justice on the Earth to men.
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