<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LIV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must not speak of it. Even yet my heart<br>Is but a feeble thing to fret and cry,<br>And it might chance to wake and with a start,<br>When nights were still and stars were in the sky,<br>Sit up and muse upon its lonely state,<br>With the same stars to mock at it as then,<br>And certain chords that touched might touch it yet,<br>And griefs find issue and tears come again.<br>I must not venture farther in this mood.<br>Grief is forsworn to me. I will not grieve,<br>Nor think too much on Esther's womanhood,<br>Rather on that which was its make--believe.<br>And yet awhile she loved me. In this thought<br>I long found rest when all was come to nought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536397" data-title="Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LIV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="I must not speak of it. Even yet my heart Is but a feeble thing to fret and cry, And it might chance to wake and with a start, When nights were still and stars were in the sky, Sit up and muse upon its lonely state, With the same stars to mock at ..."></div> </div> </div>

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