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‘My name is Eglantine,’ the man replied;
He added, ‘Brief is my soul's history:
A crying out for light that hath not shone,
A sowing of sweet seeds that will not spring,
A prayer, a tumult, and an ecstasy.
But come! I see thy foolish soul is bent
Still to fare onward to Christopolis?
Come, then, and see, as I have seen, the Tomb
Paven with pain and crownèd with a Cross.’
He added, ‘Brief is my soul's history:
A crying out for light that hath not shone,
A sowing of sweet seeds that will not spring,
A prayer, a tumult, and an ecstasy.
But come! I see thy foolish soul is bent
Still to fare onward to Christopolis?
Come, then, and see, as I have seen, the Tomb
Paven with pain and crownèd with a Cross.’
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