Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xl - Poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

She went on talking like a running stream,
Without more reason or more pause or stay
Than to gather breath and then pursue her whim
Just where it led her, tender, sad, or gay.
Her moods seemed all alike to her. But soon
With a little shudder, for the wind was chill
And we had lingered on there in the moon,
She bade me follow, and I bowed my will.
The torrent of her words had drowned in me
What humour of resistance there had been,
And the last sense of danger ceased to be
In the first joy of yielding to such sin.
There is no pleasure in the world so sweet
As, being wise, to fall at folly's feet.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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