The Poetry Corner

Honeymoon Scene (From The Drama Of Mizpah)

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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. ESTHER Oh!My lord! AHASUERAS Yea!I regret those hours I wasted on The poor procession that preceded thee. Hadst thou come first, then all the added wealth Of one long day of loving thee were mine - A boundless fortune squandered.Though I live To three score years and ten, as I do hope, In wedded love beside thee, that one day Was filched from me and cannot be restored. ESTHER And then to think how frightened and abashed I hung outside thy gates from early morn, Not daring to go in and meet thine eyes, Till pitying twilight clothed me in her veil, And evening walked beside me to thy door. AHASUERAS So it was thou, fair thief, who stole that day, And made me poorer, by - how many hours? ESTHER Full eight, I think.They seemed a hundred then, And now time flies a hundred times too fast. AHASUERAS Then eight more kisses do I claim from thee, This very hour - first tithes of many due. I shall exact these payments as I will, And if they be not ready on demand, I'll lock thee in the prison of my arms, Like this - and take them so - and so - and so! ESTHER But kings must think of other things than love And live for other aims than happiness. I would not drag thee from thy altitude Of mighty ruler and great conqueror To chain thee by my side. AHASUERAS Such slavery Would please me better than to conquer earth Without thee, Esther.I have stood on heights And heard the cheers of multitudes below; Have known the loneliness of being great. Now, let me live and love thee, like a man, Forgetting I am king - I am content. ESTHER Content is not the pathway to great deeds. As man, I hold thee higher than all kings; As king, thou must stand higher than all men In other eyes.Let no one say of me: 'She spoiled his greatness by her littleness; She made a languorous lover of a king, And silenced war-cries on commanding lips - With honeyed kisses; made her woman's arms Preferred to armour, and her couch to tents, Until the kingdom, with no guiding hand, Plunged down to ruin.' AHASUERAS Thou wouldst have me go - So soon thy heart hath wearied? ESTHER My heart is bursting with its love for thee! Canst thou not feel its fervour?But great men Need wiser guidance than a woman's heart. My pride in thee is equal to my love, And I would have thee greater than thou art - Ay, greater than all other men on earth - Though forced long years to feed my hungry heart On food of memories and wine of tears, Wert thou but winning glory and renown. AHASUERAS Thou art most noble, Esther; thou art fit To be the consort of a king of kings. But I have chewed upon ambition's husks And starved for love through all my manhood's years; And now the mighty gods have seen it fit To spread love's banquet and to name thee host, May I not feast my fill?O Esther, take The tempting nectar of those lips away And give me wine to rouse the brute in me, To make me thirst for blood instead of love! Wine!Wine!I say! ESTHER Ahasueras, wait! Methinks good music is wine turned to sound. Here comes thy minstrel with an offering Pressed from the ripened fruit of my fond heart. Mine own the words and mine the melody And may it linger longer in thine ear Than on thy lip would stay the taste of wine. Sing on! MINSTREL When from the field returning, Love is a warrior's yearning, Love in his heart is burning, Love is his dream. Talk not to him of glory, Speak not of faces gory, Sing of love's tender story, Make it thy theme. Sing of his lady's tresses, Sing of the smile that blesses, Sing of the sweet caresses, And yet again Sing of fair children's faces, Sing of the dear home graces, Sing till the vacant places, Ring with thy strain. Yet as the days go speeding, Shall he arise unheeding Love songs or words of pleading, Strong in his might! Helmet and armour wearing, Hies he to deeds of daring, Forth to the battle faring, Back to the fight. Sing now of ranks contending, Sing of loud voices blending, Sing of great warriors sending Death to their foes! Sing of war missiles humming, Strike into martial drumming, Sing of great victory coming, As forth he goes. Back to the battle faring, Back into deeds of daring, Back to the fight. AHASUERAS No less a lover but a greater man, A better warrior and a nobler king, I will be from this hour for thy dear sake.