Esther
When woman loves one born of lowly state,
Her thought gives crown and sceptre to her mate;
Yet be he king, or chief of some great clan,
She loves him but as woman loves a man.
Monarch or peasant, ’tis the same, I wis
When once she gives him love’s surrendering kiss.
HONEYMOON SCENE
(FROM THE DRAMA OF MIZPAH)
Ahasueras
What were thy thoughts, sweet Esther? Something passed
Across thy face, that for a moment veiled
Thy soul from mine, and left me desolate.
Thy thoughts were not of me?
Esther
Ay, all of thee!
I wondered, if in truth, thou wert content
With me—thy choice. Was there no other one
Of all who passed before thee at thy court
Whose memory pursues thee with regret?
Ahasueras
I do confess I much regret that day
And wish I could relive it.