<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It might not be. Some things are possible,<br>And some impossible for even God.<br>And Esther had no soul which Heaven or Hell<br>Could touch by joy or soften by the rod.<br>She could not really love me. The day came,<br>How soon, how late, I need not to devise,<br>When passion prayed its last, and only shame<br>Stood for my portion in a world grown wise,<br>And I went forth for ever from her sight<br>Knowing the good and evil. On that day<br>I did her wrong by anger. Now life's light<br>Illumines all, and I behold her gay<br>As I first knew her in my love purblind,<br>Dear passionate Esther, soulless but how kind!</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=536401" data-title="Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVIII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="It might not be. Some things are possible, And some impossible for even God. And Esther had no soul which Heaven or Hell Could touch by joy or soften by the rod. She could not really love me. The day came, How soon, how late, I need not to devise,..."></div> </div> </div>

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