I will not tell the secrets of that place. <br />When Madame Blanche returned to us again <br />I was kneeling there, while Esther kissed my face <br />And dried and comforted my tears. O vain <br />And happy tears! O griefs thrice comforted! <br />I trembled, but not with fear. If I was dumb, <br />'Twas not for lack of speech where all was said. <br />My doubts were ended and my fears o'ercome, <br />And joy had triumphed. Life has given me much <br />And pleasure much, and Heaven may yet have store <br />Of nobler hopes to kindle and to touch, <br />But never for all time, ah, never more, <br />That delicate dawn of wonder when lips move <br />First to the love of life and love of love.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-xlix/
