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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIV
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Me, too, she doubtless read. For, with her hand
 Raised as for help and pointing to a chair,
 She bade me, with a gesture, part command
 And part entreaty, I would set her there.
 She could not see, she said, the Queen of Love
 My eyes so coveted, and laughed and laid
 Upon my lips the fingers of her glove
 When I protested at the words she said.
 I hardly know how it all came about
 But did her bidding as she would, and she
 From her new vantage bore the humour out
 And mocked the more at each new mockery.
 And still she held my arm and I her dress,
 ``Lest she should fall,`` she said, in waywardness.
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