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A SPIRIT WOMAN

For all her passion is the stronger now
That she hath stepped, a disembodied thing,
Forth from her robe of earth, with snow-white wing
Seeking far seas that heaven's breezes plough:
Nobler she is, diviner is her brow,
Clearer her voice the eternal chant to sing;
Yet is sweet passion a more forceful king
Than ever, urging swift his pinnace-prow.
Lo! passion's bark comes surging through the seas,
Fair Gertrude, tender Gertrude, seeking rest,
Urged by the pressure of the barren breeze,
Drawn by the scents of summer in thy breast.
Thou standest, sweet one, on the cliffs afar,
Watching us furrow the fierce harbour-bar.