Here you will find the Poem A Womans Sonnets: VI of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What have I lost? The faith I had that Right Must surely prove itself than Ill more strong. For see how little my poor prayers had might To save me, at the trial's pinch, from wrong. What have I lost? The truth of my proud eyes Scorning deceit. Behold me here to--day Leading a double life, at shifts with lies, And trembling lest each shadow should betray. No longer with my lost ones may I mourn, Who came to me in sleep and breathed soft words. Sleepless I lie and fearful and forlorn, With their love's edge still wounding like a sword's. In thy dear presence only I find rest. To thee alone naught needs to be confessed.
