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44 They dawned, I know not how or whence: A halo circling round the head Of each, whereby transfigurèd They clomb the bill of frankincense.

I know not whence or how, they bloomed: Each sweeter than the sweetest rose That in the haunted garden grows Where burns the bush still unconsumed.

And one is like a rising sun When dewy Morn unveils her eyes; And one is as Minerva wise; And very lily-like is one.