Thus was my soul enfranchised. But anon, <br />With courage fired to full--fledged enterprise, <br />And pushing still the vantage I had won, <br />I sought communion with a world less wise, <br />The living world. I mixed with not a few, <br />Shepherds and countrymen, and village priests, <br />Bagmen at inns, and all the motley crew <br />Which comes and goes on market days and feasts <br />In old--world hostelries of old--world towns. <br />These gave a second schooling, till the grace <br />Of the summer ended on the upper downs, <br />And, carrying still its glory on my face, <br />I came to Lyons where these things befell. <br />The why and wherefore of it who shall tell?<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-xxx/
