She was a little woman dressed in black,
Who stood on tiptoe with a childish air,
Her face and figure hidden in a sacque,
All but her eyes and forehead and dark hair.
Her brow was pale, but it was lit with light,
And mirth flashed out of it, it seemed in rays.
A childish face, but wise with woman's wit,
And something, too, pathetic in its gaze.
In the bare dusk of that unseemly place
I noted all, and this besides, a scar
Which on her cheek had left a paler trace.
It seemed to tell its tale of love and war.
That little scar! Doubt whispered of this one,
Boy as I was, she had not lived a nun.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xii
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Poem topics: dark, hair, light, war, hidden, wise, place, doubt, black, gaze, love, woman, I love you, face, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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