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Mulier
I saw a flake
Of the burning lake
Caught in an angel breath,
And blown upon
Until it shone
Brighter than love and death
Of the burning lake
Caught in an angel breath,
And blown upon
Until it shone
Brighter than love and death
Through the dark it sped
Like a star that bled
A-kindle; and I knew
That heaven and hell,
O, Miracle,
Had made the soul of you.
Like a star that bled
A-kindle; and I knew
That heaven and hell,
O, Miracle,
Had made the soul of you.
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