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T was what you bore with you, Woman, Not inly were, That throned you from all else human, However fair!

It was that strange freshness you carried Into a soul Whereon no thought of yours tarried Two moments at all.

And out from his spirit flew death, And bale, and ban, Like the corn-chaff under the breath Of the winnowing-fan.