The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IiI; Gods And False Gods Lxvi
THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN
Love, in thy youth, a stranger, knelt to thee,
With cheeks all red and golden locks all curled,
And cried, “Sweet child, if thou wilt worship me,
Thou shalt possess the kingdoms of the world.”
But you looked down and said, “I know you not,
Nor want I other kingdom than my soul.”
Till Love in shame, convicted of his plot,
Left you and turned him to some other goal.
And this discomfiture which you had seen
Long served you for your homily and boast,
While, of your beauty and yourself the queen,
You lived a monument of vain love crossed,
With scarce a thought of that which might have been
To scare you with the ghost of pleasures lost.