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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXVII
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WHO WOULD LIVE AGAIN?
 Oh who would live again to suffer loss?
 Once in my youth I battled with my fate,
 Grudging my days to death. I would have won
 A place by violence beneath the sun.
 I took my pleasures madly as by force,
 Even the air of heaven was a prize.
 I stood a plunderer at death`s very gate,
 And all the lands of life I did o`errun
 With sack and pillage. Then I scorned to die,
 Save as a conqueror. The treasuries
 Of love I ransacked; pity, pride and hate.
 All that can make hearts beat or brim men`s eyes
 With living tears I took as robes to wear.
 --But see, now time has struck me on the hip.
 I cannot hate nor love. My senses are
 Struck silent with the silence of my lip.
 No courage kindles in my heart to dare,
 No strength to do. The world`s last phantoms slip
 Out of my grasp, and naught is left but pain.
 Love, life, vain strength!--Oh who would live again?
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