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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVIII
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It might not be. Some things are possible,
 And some impossible for even God.
 And Esther had no soul which Heaven or Hell
 Could touch by joy or soften by the rod.
 She could not really love me. The day came,
 How soon, how late, I need not to devise,
 When passion prayed its last, and only shame
 Stood for my portion in a world grown wise,
 And I went forth for ever from her sight
 Knowing the good and evil. On that day
 I did her wrong by anger. Now life`s light
 Illumines all, and I behold her gay
 As I first knew her in my love purblind,
 Dear passionate Esther, soulless but how kind!
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