Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxvii

At such a time indeed of youth's first morn, There is a heaving of the soul in pain, A mighty labour as of joys unborn, Which grieves it and disquiets it in vain. The soul is scared at her own lack of peace, Her cradle song is mute, and she has fled From her old life as to a wilderness. She finds herself awake and without bread. 'Tis then the body, her new counsellor, Speaks in her ear, and still with eloquence Pleads for more action, and his voice to her Is sweet with love, and sadly she consents. There is a day of youth which needs must come When each must learn his life and leave his home.