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 And my soul thought: "What fearful land have my steps wandered to? God's love is everywhere, but here is naught Save love His anger slew."

And as I stood Lost in promiscuous bewilderment, Which to my mazed soul was wonder-food, A girl in garments rent

Peered 'neath lids shamed And spoke to me and murmured to my blood. My soul stopped dead, and all my horror flamed At her forgot of God.

Her hungered eyes, Craving and yet so sadly spiritual, Shone like the unsmirched corner of a jewel Where else foul blemish lies.

I walked with her Because my heart thought, "Here the soul is clean, The fragrance of the frankincense and myrrh Is lost in odours mean."

She told me how The shadow of black death had newly come