The Choosing Of Esther (From The Drama Of Mizpah)

AHASUERAS     Tell me thy name!     ESTHER     My name, great sire, is Esther.     AHASUERAS     So thou art Esther?    Esther! 'tis a name     Breathed into sound as softly as a sigh.     A woman's name should melt upon the lips     Like Love's first kisses, and thy countenance     Is fit companion for so sweet a name!     ESTHER     Thou art most kind.    I would my name and face     Were mine own making and not accident.     Then I might feel elated at thy praise,     Where now I feel confusion.     AHASUERAS         Thou hast wit     As well as beauty, Esther.    Both are gems     That do embellish woman in man's sight.     Yet they are gems of second magnitude!     Dost THOU possess the one great perfect gem -     The matchless jewel of the world called LOVE?     ESTHER     Sire, in the heart of every woman dwells     That wondrous perfect gem!     AHASUERAS         Then, Esther, speak!     And tell me what is LOVE!    I fain would know     Thy definition of that much-mouthed word,     By woman most employed - least understood.     ESTHER     What can a humble Jewish maiden know     That would instruct a warrior and a king?     I have but dreamed of love as maidens will     While thou hast known its fulness.    All the world     Loves Great Ahasueras!     AHASUERAS         All the world     FEARS GREAT Ahasueras!    Kings, my child,     Are rarely loved as anything but kings.     Love, as I see it in the court and camp,     Means seeking royal favour.    I would know     How love is fashioned in a maiden's dreams.     ESTHER     Sire, love seeks nothing that kings can bestow.     Love is the king of all kings here below;     Love makes the monarch but a bashful boy,     Love makes the peasant monarch in his joy;     Love seeks not place, all places are the same,     When lighted by the radiance of love's flame.     Who deems proud love could fawn to power and splendour     Hath known not love, but some base-born pretender.     AHASUERAS     If this be love, I would know more of it.     Speak on, fair Esther!    What is love beside?     ESTHER     Love is in all things, all things are in love.     Love is the earth, the sea, the skies above;     Love is the bird, the blossom, and the wind;     Love hath a million eyes, yet love is blind;     Love is a tempest, awful in its might;     Love is the silence of a moon-lit night;     Love is the aim of every human soul;     And he who hath not loved hath missed life's goal!     AHASUERAS     But tell me of thyself, of thine own dreams!     How wouldst thou love, and how be loved again?     ESTHER     Who most doth love thinks least of love's return;     She is content to feel the passion burn     In her own bosom, and its sacred fire     Consumes each selfish purpose and desire.     'Tis in the giving, love's best rapture lies,     Not in the counting of the things it buys.     AHASUERAS     Yet, is there not vast anguish and despair     In love that finds no answering word or smile?     ESTHER     So radiant is love, it lends a glow     To each dark sorrow and to every woe.     To love completely is to part with pain,     Nor is there mortal who can love in vain.     Love is its own reward, it pays full measure,     And in love's sharpest grief lies subtlest pleasure.     AHASUERAS     Methinks, a mighty warrior, lord or king     Must in thy fancy play the lover's part;     None else could wake such reverential thought.     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.