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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXX
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TO ONE UNFORGOTTEN
 You are not false perhaps, as lovers say
 Meaning the act,--Alas, that guilt was mine.
 Nor, maybe, have you bowed at other shrine
 Than the true god`s where first you learned to pray.
 I know the idols round you. They are clay,
 Mere Dagons to the courage half divine
 Which bears you scathless still thro` sap and mine
 And breach and storm upon your virgin way.
 Alas, I know your virtue. But your heart,
 How have you treated it? I sometimes see,
 When nights are long, a vision chaste and true
 Of pale pathetic eyes which gaze on me
 In love and grief eternal. Then I start,
 Crying aloud, and reach my arms to you.
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