Thus through these griefs I had been set apart,
 As for a double priesthood. Life to me,
 In those first moments when I probed my heart,
 Less an enchantress seemed than enemy.
 My knowledge of the world had nothing human.
 I saw Mankind a tribe, my natural foe,
 Whom I must one day battle with; and Woman,
 Ah! Woman was a snare I did not know.
 Indeed, it may be that already hope
 Knocked at my soul with tales it dared not own
 Of woman's kindness in my horoscope.
 Man, only Man I feared with eyes bent down,
 Man the oppressor, who with pale lips curled
 Sheds blood in the high places of the world.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIV
written byWilfrid Scawen Blunt
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt





