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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XII
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She was a little woman dressed in black,
 Who stood on tiptoe with a childish air,
 Her face and figure hidden in a sacque,
 All but her eyes and forehead and dark hair.
 Her brow was pale, but it was lit with light,
 And mirth flashed out of it, it seemed in rays.
 A childish face, but wise with woman`s wit,
 And something, too, pathetic in its gaze.
 In the bare dusk of that unseemly place
 I noted all, and this besides, a scar
 Which on her cheek had left a paler trace.
 It seemed to tell its tale of love and war.
 That little scar! Doubt whispered of this one,
 Boy as I was, she had not lived a nun.
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