Here you will find the Poem A Relapse of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I thought that I had done with fleshly things, That in the azure of high thought my soul Had learned to fly on less substantial wings To a new Heaven, a sublimer goal. I thought that I was wise beneath the cowl Of my dead hopes, beyond all power of Spring's Most eloquent music to again cajole, And that my service was the King of Kings. --But look, alas, how thoughtless thought can be, For to me thinking thus one ventured in Bearing a letter and I read your name. Then in an instant through my limbs a flame Of pleasure ran, and wrought such change in me That I was eager for all loveliest sin.
