<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536409" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A second warning, nor unheeded. Yet<br>The thought appealed to me as no strange thing,<br>Pure though I was, that love impure had set<br>Its seal on that fair woman in her Spring.<br>Her broken beauty did not mar her grace<br>In form or spirit. Nay, it rather moved.<br>It seemed a natural thing for that gay face<br>It should have known and suffered and been loved.<br>It kindled in me, too, to view it thus,<br>A mood of daring which was more than mine,<br>And made my shamefaced heart leap valorous,<br>And fired its courage to a zeal divine.<br>All this, in one short instant, as I gazed<br>Into her eyes, admiring, yet amazed.</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=536409" data-title="Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="A second warning, nor unheeded. Yet The thought appealed to me as no strange thing, Pure though I was, that love impure had set Its seal on that fair woman in her Spring. Her broken beauty did not mar her grace In form or spirit. Nay, it rather mo..."></div> </div> </div>

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