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THE ENGLISH MAIDENS.
I
Ah me! the English maidens,How beautiful they are,
You will not find their equals
Although you wander far
Through sunset-lighted Aidenns,
And search from star to star.
II
How beautiful they might be!If one fair woman knew
The wonder of her womanhood,
And would but carry through
Right to the end her own ideal,
Unshaken, steadfast, true.
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III
The very thought delights me,The fact I shall not see,
It startles, it affrights me,
Compared with what they be—
And yet they hope from frightfulness
The sons of men to free!
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