She seemed to change as if with a change of the wind, <br />And growing serious sighed, ``Now look,'' she said, <br />``You think me a mad woman and unkind, <br />But that is nonsense. I am sound of head <br />And not unsound of heart, ah, no, not there! <br />But you turn my head with your John the Baptist's face. <br />I will not be made jealous, so beware.'' <br />She looked entreatingly as if for grace, <br />And held me by the arm. ``We are strangers both <br />Among these heavy Lyonnese. By right <br />We so should hold together. Tell me truth. <br />You never saw me, did you, till to--night?'' <br />I said, ``I came here not twelve hours ago! <br />Why should you think it?'' ``No,'' she broke in, ``no.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-xxxvii/
