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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: II
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Yes, who shall tell the value of our tears,
 Whether we wept aright or idly grieved?
 There is a tragedy in unloved years,
 And in those passionate hours by love deceived,
 In lips unkissed and hopes too soon bereaved,
 And youth`s high courage which no strength could save,
 And manhood`s web of fate by folly weaved,
 And grey--haired grief brought down into the grave.
 Who shall distinguish truly and be wise
 `Twixt grief and grief, `twixt night and night? The sun
 Has its own sorrow and a voice that cries
 Louder than darkness of its joys undone,
 And pleads with that exceeding bitter cry,
 ``I have tasted honey, and behold, I die!``
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