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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLVII
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Sublime discussions! Let who will be wise!
 These are the things that touch us and transcend.
 The logic of all beauty is surprise,
 The reason of all love the unseen end.
 Still as they argued on of this and that,
 Turning perchance to me as arbiter
 Where in my corner I still speechless sat
 To end their strife, my vision seemed to clear,
 The scales fell from my eyes of ignorance,
 The terror from my heart. One thing alone
 Stood plain before me, the supreme fair chance
 Of a first fortune, glorious and unknown,
 Which beckoned me with no uncertain hand
 To touch and taste and learn and understand.
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