| WHY should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she sould of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the lithe streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire? What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what culd she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn? |
| No Second Troy |