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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXIII
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REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE
 Oh, Juliet, we have quarrelled with our fate,
 And fate has struck us. Wherefore do we cry?
 We prayed for liberty, and now too late
 Find liberty is this, to say ``good--bye.``
 The Winter which we loved not has gone by,
 And Spring is come. The gardens, which were bare
 When we first wandered through them, you and I,
 The prisoners of our own vain wishes, are
 Now full of golden flowers. The very lane
 Down to the sea is green. The cactus hedge
 We saw cut down has sprouted new again,
 And swallows have their nests on the cliff`s edge
 Where we so often sat and dared complain
 Because our joy was new, and called it pain.
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