 | The Poetical Works of George Barlow
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THE NOBLER WOMAN
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Through age on age the eyes of woman weep,
The heart of woman, infinite in power,
Sorrows with summer, with the dying flower,
With all bright things that fail, and fade, and sleep.
From her soul's height her aspirations leap
Into the void, dashed down as from a tower.
Her cry of pain from wind-swept bower to bower
Is as the sea's wail blown from deep to deep.
Once, once, she sinned, and this tempestuous orb
Whose wild lips hang upon her wondrous kiss
Even at her fall was hurled to the abyss
Wherein the balefires and the storms absorb
Pale Eden's light that gleams, as gleam afar
The amazing turrets of the morning star.
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