 | The Poetical Works of George Barlow
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Two women stood before me, and I heard
A voice that said, “Look well, consider, choose.”
The one wore dainty feet in golden shoes,
And head made bright with plumes of tropic bird,
And written on her brow that who preferred
To dwell with her in heaven should straightway lose
The sound of earth's distress; in quiet hues
The other clad, my heart the sooner stirred,
For in her I was swift to recognise
My pale sweet city, and she looked to me
With mute appealing in her stricken eyes,
And, brushing Paradise aside, “I see,”
Said I, “my Lady in this lowly guise;
My choice is made already,—I love thee.”
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