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