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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVIII
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The summer I had passed in my own fashion
 High in the Alps, a proselyte to toil.
 I was released and free, and spent my passion
 On the bare rocks as on a fruitful soil.
 I had soothed my soul with labour, and its fire
 Borne to those naked heights where I unfurled
 My flag with new ambitions, high and higher
 Even to the last bleak outposts of the world.
 My soul had needed courage, and behold!
 Here in these battles with the hosts of air
 And rock and snow and storm she had grown bold
 And proved her temper for the coming war.
 This was her gain, the strife she must engage
 With physical fear, her childhood`s heritage.
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