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- - - - She was one Whose lyre the spirit of sweet song had hung With myrtle and with laurel; on whose head Genius had shed his starry glories - - - "- - - transcripts of woman's loving heart And woman's disappointment." - - - -

She leant upon her harp, and thousands looked On her in love and wonder—thousands knelt And worshipp'd in her presence—burning tears, And words that died in utterance, and a pause Of breathless, agitated eagerness, First gave the full heart's homage: then came forth