Saturday, June 16, 2012

Enoch Powell: First Poems: XII) I thought that better wisdom

XII) I thought that better wisdom

I thought that better wisdom
Had come of all my sighs,
But when I saw your features
And looked you in the eyes
I was no longer wise.

I knew that I must lose you,
I knew my love was vain,
And yet I could no other
But tread the road again
That only leads to pain.

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