She saw me in an instant, and stopped short <br />With a sudden change of look from fierce to gay. <br />Her black eyes gleamed with triumph as they caught, <br />Like some wild bird of chase, their natural prey. <br />``Ha, ha,'' she cried, ``c'est lui, c'est l'ingénu. <br />Ah, vagabond! 'Tis thus you find me out. <br />Standing en faction, and at midnight too, <br />At the actors door, with no more fear or doubt <br />Than any sinner of them all. Oh wise! <br />Who would have guessed it? No. You shall not speak. <br />You shall not soil your innocent lips with lies <br />For any foolish reason in the week, <br />Nor for the year together if you told <br />Your stories here till both of us grew old.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-xxxiv/
