She seemed to change as if with a change of the wind,
 And growing serious sighed, ``Now look,'' she said,
 ``You think me a mad woman and unkind,
 But that is nonsense. I am sound of head
 And not unsound of heart, ah, no, not there!
 But you turn my head with your John the Baptist's face.
 I will not be made jealous, so beware.''
 She looked entreatingly as if for grace,
 And held me by the arm. ``We are strangers both
 Among these heavy Lyonnese. By right
 We so should hold together. Tell me truth.
 You never saw me, did you, till to--night?''
 I said, ``I came here not twelve hours ago!
 Why should you think it?'' ``No,'' she broke in, ``no.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXVII
written byWilfrid Scawen Blunt
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt





