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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXIII
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Such was the legend. I had read it through
 Twice ere I thought of thinking what it meant.
 And as I turned with a sigh because I knew
 That I alone perhaps of all who went
 Homewards that night should bid good--night to none,
 From a side door thrust open on the street
 And calling as she passed in petulant tone
 To one within who seemed to rouse her heat,
 ``Ah, mauvais plaisant!`` ere she slammed it to,
 Out stepped my little woman of the Fair.
 Her face was altered, but its form and hue,
 If I had doubted in the moonlight there,
 Was marked for me by that unaltered sign,
 The little scar, its beauty`s underline.
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