Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxix - Poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
``We shall be friends. How friends? You must know me first.
What? Like the Pont Neuf? Should you wish it? Well,
None ever yet repented it who durst.
Oh! you shall know me as I dare not tell.
You said I was not pretty. 'Tis the paint
That ruins the complexion and the hours
Spent at the footlights. These would rob a saint,
Much more a sinner, of her natural powers.
Voilà la casse du métier! Then, this scar,
Some praise it as a beauty. They are fools.
At best it but an honour is of war,
And beauty is not measured by foot--rules.
So you forgive it me, what need we care?
Fair faces are but signs of things more fair.''
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