Why should I blame her that she filled my days<br />With misery, or that she would of late <br />Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,<br />Or hurled the little streets upon the great, <br />Had they but courage equal to desire?<br />What could have made her peaceful with a mind<br />That nobleness made simple as a fire,<br />With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind<br />That is not natural in an age like this<br />Being high and solitary and most stern?<br />Why, what could she have done, being what she is?<br />Was there another Troy for her to burn?