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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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xxvii.
And from within me a clear undertone
Thrilled thro' mine ears in that unblissful clime:
"Pass freely thro'! the wood is all thine own,
Until the end of time."

xxviii.
At length I saw a lady within call,
Stiller than chiselled marble standing there,
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.

xxix.
Her loveliness with shame and with surprise
Froze my swift speech: she turning on my face
The starlike sorrows of immortal eyes,
Spoke slowly in her place.

xxx.
"I had great beauty: ask thou not my name:
No one can be more wise than destiny.
Many drew swords and died. Where'er I came
I brought calamity."