The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon Xvii

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I; To Manon Xvii

I had a live joy once and pampered her,
For I had brought her from the “golden East,”
To lie when nights were cold upon my breast
And sit beside me the long days and purr,
Until her whole soul should be lapped in fur,
Deep as her claws; a beautiful sleek beast,
Which I might love.–But, when I deemed it least,
Her topaz eyes were on my stomacher,
Athirst for blood. Thus, for I loathed her since
I learned her guile, one night I had her slain
And thrown upon a dunghill to the flies,
Who bred in her fair limbs a pestilence,
Whereof I sickened.–Thus it ever is:
Dead joys unburied breed us death and pain.

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