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SONNET XXX. CHRIST AND WOMAN.

Nor shalt thou hold our women. Their grey eyes,
Filled with the grey shine of the sea that stems
Our shore and all the golden sand-line hems,
Smile at thy visions of blue deathless skies.—
Rest thou content at home if thou be wise,
And bathe white feet in Jordan, not in Thames;
And seek the heavenly rubied diadems,
But not the crowns our womanhood supplies.
No great pure English woman-heart is thine.—
Thou hast thy maidens,—and they are most fair,
With Eastern brown eyes and the Eastern hair,
Born in the sultry land of fig and vine:
Thou art the rightful lord and ruler there:
Thou rulest not the land of oak and pine.