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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: III
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A little honey! Ay, a little sweet,
 A little pleasure when the years were young,
 A joyous measure trod by dancing feet,
 A tale of folly told by a loved tongue.
 These are the things by which our hearts are wrung
 More than by tears. Oh, I would rather laugh,
 So I had not to choose such tales among
 Which was most laughable. Man`s nobler half
 Resents mere sorrow. I would rather sit
 With just the common crowd that watch the play
 And mock at harlequin and the clown`s wit,
 And call it tragedy and go my way.
 I should not err, because the tragic part
 Lay not in these, but sealed in my own heart.
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