I lived with Esther, not for many days, <br />If days be counted by the fall of night <br />And the sun's rising, yet through years of praise, <br />If truth be timepiece of joys infinite. <br />And what a life it was! No vain sweet dream <br />Of love in idleness which all men know, <br />But a full drama fashioned on the theme <br />Of strength victorious over death and woe. <br />Here was no faltering. Ours the triumph was <br />Of that strong logic which beholds each day <br />As a new world to conquer, and the cause <br />Itself complete of a more glorious fray. <br />To--day our cycle was. In it sublime <br />We sat enthroned as on the neck of Time.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-lii/
