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WOMAN.
Gone from her cheek is the summer bloom,
And her lip has lost all its faint perfume:
And the gloss has dropped from her golden hair,
And her cheek is pale, but no longer fair.
And her lip has lost all its faint perfume:
And the gloss has dropped from her golden hair,
And her cheek is pale, but no longer fair.
And the spirit that sate on her soft blue eye,
Is struck with cold mortality;
And the smile that played round her lip has fled,
And every charm has now left the dead.
Is struck with cold mortality;
And the smile that played round her lip has fled,
And every charm has now left the dead.
Like slaves they obeyed her in height of power,
But left her all in her wintry hour;
And the crowds that swore for her love to die,
Shrunk from the tone of her last faint sigh.
—And this is man's fidelity!
But left her all in her wintry hour;
And the crowds that swore for her love to die,
Shrunk from the tone of her last faint sigh.
—And this is man's fidelity!
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'Tis Woman alone, with a purer heart,
Can see all these idols of life depart,
And love the more, and smile and bless
Man in his uttermost wretchedness.
Can see all these idols of life depart,
And love the more, and smile and bless
Man in his uttermost wretchedness.
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