<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536433" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The summer I had passed in my own fashion<br>High in the Alps, a proselyte to toil.<br>I was released and free, and spent my passion<br>On the bare rocks as on a fruitful soil.<br>I had soothed my soul with labour, and its fire<br>Borne to those naked heights where I unfurled<br>My flag with new ambitions, high and higher<br>Even to the last bleak outposts of the world.<br>My soul had needed courage, and behold!<br>Here in these battles with the hosts of air<br>And rock and snow and storm she had grown bold<br>And proved her temper for the coming war.<br>This was her gain, the strife she must engage<br>With physical fear, her childhood's heritage.</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=536433" data-title="Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVIII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="The summer I had passed in my own fashion High in the Alps, a proselyte to toil. I was released and free, and spent my passion On the bare rocks as on a fruitful soil. I had soothed my soul with labour, and its fire Borne to those naked heights wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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