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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVIII
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Alas, poor Queen of Beauty! In my heart
 I could weep for you and your sad graceless doom.
 You stand at my life`s threshold in the part
 Of king`s chief jester in the ante--room,
 And none more near the throne. You made us sport
 According to your folly, and passed on,
 And now you live with pension in Love`s Court,
 And privilege to jest and wear the crown.
 Yes, I could weep for you. Your part it was
 To strike the cymbals on a night sublime
 For Love`s first bridal dance. Alas, alas!
 Time, the avenger of our manhood`s prime,
 Is gathering all life courtiers to his cell,
 And you among the rest. So fare you well.
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