``Silence. I will not listen!'' ``And for what?'' <br />She added strangely, in a softer mood. <br />``You see I am not angry. Do you not? <br />Only soft--hearted, and alas! too good. <br />Why did you follow me?'' She took my hand <br />With a sudden action so devoid of guile <br />That I, who could not choose but understand, <br />Was softened too and fooled into a smile. <br />``Why did you follow me? Here, feel,'' she said, <br />``How my heart beats. It frightens me to find <br />So much of cunning in so young a head, <br />So young a heart,--and mine which is not blind!'' <br />She pressed my hand to her side. In truth, her heart <br />Was beating there, my own heart's counterpart.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-xxxv/
