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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A Relapse
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I thought that I had done with fleshly things,
 That in the azure of high thought my soul
 Had learned to fly on less substantial wings
 To a new Heaven, a sublimer goal.
 I thought that I was wise beneath the cowl
 Of my dead hopes, beyond all power of Spring`s
 Most eloquent music to again cajole,
 And that my service was the King of Kings.
 --But look, alas, how thoughtless thought can be,
 For to me thinking thus one ventured in
 Bearing a letter and I read your name.
 Then in an instant through my limbs a flame
 Of pleasure ran, and wrought such change in me
 That I was eager for all loveliest sin.
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