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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXVI
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She watched me curiously with mocking eyes,
 Yet tenderly, till once again her mirth
 Prevailed with her, and quick in feigned surprise
 Thrusting me back, ``Ah, traitor!`` she broke forth,
 ```Twas not for me then you were waiting there,
 Not me, poor foolish me. The Queen of Love,
 The woman of the booth! She was your care!
 Monster! to dare me thus! And yet you prove
 Your wit in vain, for, look, you foolish boy,
 She cannot walk the streets like you and me,
 Or the town would be at her heels.`` Convulsed with joy
 At this new jest she laughed remorselessly,
 Till I was almost angry and inclined
 To leave her there. And then she changed her mind.
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