<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536430" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My childhood, then, had passed a mystery<br>Shrouded by death, my boyhood a shut thing.<br>The passion of my soul as it grew free<br>With growing youth, a bird with broken wing,<br>Knew nothing of its strength to dare or do,<br>Or, if it dreamed of battle still to come,<br>That was its secret hidden in the blue<br>Of life's great vault of tears which was its doom,<br>A duty of revenge some day for blood.<br>Enough! You know I held me from the press<br>To whom base things are nothing, that I stood<br>Parted from this world's weekday wickedness<br>By a whole legend of romance sublime,<br>Perhaps by the dead virtue of a crime.</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=536430" data-title="Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="My childhood, then, had passed a mystery Shrouded by death, my boyhood a shut thing. The passion of my soul as it grew free With growing youth, a bird with broken wing, Knew nothing of its strength to dare or do, Or, if it dreamed of battle still ..."></div> </div> </div>

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