 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
ESTHER.
Three days she fasted, and no kindly food
Passed those deliberate lips, and nothing bent
The burning heart that all within her went
Forth in the fire of its avenging mood;
Passed those deliberate lips, and nothing bent
The burning heart that all within her went
Forth in the fire of its avenging mood;
She recked not of the evil or the good,
She weighed not life that might be vainly spent,
In her deep eyes one settled purpose stood,
And on her brow was written one intent.
She weighed not life that might be vainly spent,
In her deep eyes one settled purpose stood,
And on her brow was written one intent.
Then she arose, in all her royal state,
With solemn footsteps like the march of Fate,
That knows no barrier and regards no tie;
With solemn footsteps like the march of Fate,
That knows no barrier and regards no tie;
Though death itself should on her pathway lie,
She swept unswerving to the inner gate,
And murmured only, “If I die, I die.”
She swept unswerving to the inner gate,
And murmured only, “If I die, I die.”
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |