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THE VEILED LADY
Whoso hath seen her brow displayed,
Keeps silence of its bloom or blight.
She passeth through our streets arrayed
In weeds that screen her from men's sight.
None knoweth if in that veil bedight
Lurk loathsome hag or lovesome maid.
Whoso hath seen her brow displayed
Keeps silence of its bloom or blight.
Keeps silence of its bloom or blight.
She passeth through our streets arrayed
In weeds that screen her from men's sight.
None knoweth if in that veil bedight
Lurk loathsome hag or lovesome maid.
Whoso hath seen her brow displayed
Keeps silence of its bloom or blight.
Men pass her daily undismayed,
Yet often in the sleepless night
Cry “Grace or Gorgon?” sore afraid;
But no word comes from any wight.
Whoso hath seen her brow displayed,
Keeps silence of its bloom or blight.
Yet often in the sleepless night
Cry “Grace or Gorgon?” sore afraid;
But no word comes from any wight.
Whoso hath seen her brow displayed,
Keeps silence of its bloom or blight.
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