"I, if I perish, perish" -- Esther spake: And bride of life or death she made her fair In all the lustre of her perfum'd hair And smiles that kindle longing but to slake. She put on pomp of loveliness, to take Her husband through his eyes at unaware; She spread abroad her beauty for a snare, Harmless as doves and subtle as a snake. She trapp'd him with one mesh of silken hair, She vanquish'd him by wisdom of her wit, And built her people's house that it should stand: -- If I might take my life so in my hand, And for my love to Love put up my prayer, And for love's sake by Love be granted it! |