WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT

818. With Esther

1LJ E who has once been happy is for aye

• Out of destruction's reach. His fortune then

Holds nothing secret; and Eternity,

Which is a mystery to other men, Has like a woman given him its joy.

Time is his conquest. Life, if it should fret, Has paid him tribute. He can bear to die,

He who has once been happy ! When I set The world before me and survey its range,

Its mean ambitions, its scant fantasies, The shreds of pleasure which for lack of change

Men wrap around them and call happiness, The poor delights which are the tale and sum Of the world's courage in its martyrdom ;

When I hear laughter from a tavern door,

When I see crowds agape and in the rain Watching on tiptoe and with stifled roar

To see a rocket fired or a bull slain, When misers handle gold, when orators

Touch strong men's hearts with glory till they weep, When cities deck their streets for barren wars

Which have laid waste their youth, and when I keep Calmly the count of my own life and see

On what poor stuff my manhood's dreams were fed Till I too learn'd what dole of vanity

Will serve a human soul for daily bread, Then I remember that I once was young And lived with Esther the v/orld's gods among.

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