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O Woman, Fair Woman.
1830.
O woman, fair Woman, thou breakest on man
As the dawn of a bright summer day
Shines forth on a vapour uncoloured and wan,
And kindles it up by its ray—
Till, quite metamorphosed, it rests in the sky,
A radiant and purified thing—
And meet, as it seemeth to Fancy's bold eye,
An Angel to lure from the wing!
As the dawn of a bright summer day
Shines forth on a vapour uncoloured and wan,
And kindles it up by its ray—
Till, quite metamorphosed, it rests in the sky,
A radiant and purified thing—
And meet, as it seemeth to Fancy's bold eye,
An Angel to lure from the wing!
O Woman, fair Woman, thou breakest on man,
Like that summer dawn beaming above,
And man is that vapour uncoloured and wan,
Till touched and illumed by the love.
Then, changed and enkindled, he glows in thine eye,
From all that degraded him free—
High-thoughted, and pure as the cloud in the sky,
Yet wishing no Angel but Thee!
Like that summer dawn beaming above,
And man is that vapour uncoloured and wan,
Till touched and illumed by the love.
Then, changed and enkindled, he glows in thine eye,
From all that degraded him free—
High-thoughted, and pure as the cloud in the sky,
Yet wishing no Angel but Thee!
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