Modern Love: X

But where began the change; and what’s my crime? The wretch condemned, who has not been arraigned Chafes at his sentence. Shall I, unsustained, Drag on Love’s nerveless body thro’ all time? I must have slept, since now I wake. Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws. In Love’s deep woods, I dreamt of loyal Life:—the offence is there! Love’s jealous woods about the sun are curled; At least, the sun far brighter there did beam.— My crime is, that the puppet of a dream, I plotted to be worthy of the world. Oh, had I with my darling helped to mince That facts of life, you still had seen me go With hindward feather and with forward tow, Her much-adored delightful Fairy Prince!