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 Where, shut out from sunshine, with no bridegroom by, she slept; But beloved of all her dark and fateful generation, But with all time’s tears and praise besprinkled and bewept: Well-beloved of outcast father and self-slaughtered mother, Born, yet unpolluted, of their blind incestuous bed; Best-beloved of him for whose dead sake she died, her brother, Hallowing by her own life’s gift her own born brother’s head:

Not with wine or oil nor any less libation Hallowed, nor made sweet with humbler perfume’s breath; Not with only these redeemed from desecration, But with blood and spirit of life poured forth to death; Blood unspotted, spirit unsullied, life devoted, Sister too supreme to make the bride’s hope good, Daughter too divine as woman to be noted, Spouse of only death in mateless maidenhood. Yea, in her was all the prayer fulfilled, the saying All accomplished—Would that fate would let me wear Hallowed innocence of words and all deeds, weighing Well the laws thereof begot on holier air,