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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXII
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You know the story of my birth, the name
 Which I inherited for good and ill,
 The secret of my father`s fame and shame,
 His tragedy and death on that dark hill.
 You know at least what the world knows or knew,
 For time has taken half the lookers--on,
 As it took him, and leaves his followers few,
 And those that loved him scarce or almost none.
 To me, his son, there had remained the story,
 Told and retold by her who knew it best,
 A mystery of love, perhaps of glory,
 A heritage to hold and a bequest.
 Ah, how it loved him, that sad woman`s heart,
 What faith was hers and what a martyr`s part!
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