``Silence. I will not listen!'' ``And for what?''
She added strangely, in a softer mood.
``You see I am not angry. Do you not?
Only soft--hearted, and alas! too good.
Why did you follow me?'' She took my hand
With a sudden action so devoid of guile
That I, who could not choose but understand,
Was softened too and fooled into a smile.
``Why did you follow me? Here, feel,'' she said,
``How my heart beats. It frightens me to find
So much of cunning in so young a head,
So young a heart,--and mine which is not blind!''
She pressed my hand to her side. In truth, her heart
Was beating there, my own heart's counterpart.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxv
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Poem topics: feel, silence, smile, truth, head, good, listen, angry, understand, mood, blind, soft, action, choose, young, follow, heart, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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