Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxviii

The summer I had passed in my own fashion High in the Alps, a proselyte to toil. I was released and free, and spent my passion On the bare rocks as on a fruitful soil. I had soothed my soul with labour, and its fire Borne to those naked heights where I unfurled My flag with new ambitions, high and higher Even to the last bleak outposts of the world. My soul had needed courage, and behold! Here in these battles with the hosts of air And rock and snow and storm she had grown bold And proved her temper for the coming war. This was her gain, the strife she must engage With physical fear, her childhood's heritage.