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 —So speaking, he upraised his head Towards that Imagery once more; But the familiar prospect shed Despondency unfelt before: A shock of intimations vain, Blank fear, and superstitious pain, Fell on him, with the sudden thought Of her by whom the work was wrought :— Oh wherefore was her countenance bright With love divine and gentle light? She did in passiveness obey, But her Faith leaned another way. Ill tears she wept,—I saw them fall, I overheard her as she spake Sad words to that mute Animal, The White Doe, in the hawthorn brake; She steeped, but not for Jesu's sake, This Cross in tears:—by her, and One Unworthier far, we are undone—