Enoch Powell: First Poems: XII) I thought that better wisdom

XII) I thought that better wisdom

I thought that better wisdom

Had come of all my sighs,

But when I saw your features

And looked you in the eyes

I was no longer wise.

I knew that I must lose you,

I knew my love was vain,

And yet I could no other

But tread the road again

That only leads to pain.