Love

Esther, XLVIII

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840–1922

From The Poetical Works (1914), vol. I

Love

Suddenly then my strange companion cried,
" Bring me the body." In a moment more
She had thrown off her hat, her veil untied,
And motioning all the women to the door,
While I sat speechless by who would have gone,
Undid her jacket and anon her dress,
With the jet buttons of it one by one,
And stood but clothed the more in loveliness,
A sight sublime, a dream, a miracle,
A little goddess from some luminous field
Brought down unconscious on our Earth to dwell,
And in an age of innocence revealed,
Naked but not ashamed. Nay, wherefore shame ?
And I, ah, who shall blame me, who shall blame ?

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