Fatal Interview
xxvi   


Women have loved before as I love now;
At least, in lively chronicle of the past —
Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow
Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast
Much to their cost invaded — here and there,
Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest,
I find some woman bearing as I bear
Love like a burning city in the breast.
I think however that of all alive
I only in such utter, ancient way
Do suffer love; in me alone survive
The unregenerate passions of a day
When treacherous queens, with death upon the tread,
Heedless and wilful, took their knights to bed.