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written by John Masefield
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Woman, beauty, wonder, sacred woman,
Spirit moulding man from brute to human,
All the beauty seen by all the wise
Is but body to the soul seen by your eyes.

Woman, if my quickened soul could win you,
Nestle to the living soul within you,
Breathe the very breathing of your spirit,
Tremble with you at the things which stir it,

Be you, while your swifter nerves divine
Wisdom from the touch unfelt by mine,
Pass within the beauty to the brain,
Learn the heroism from the pain,

I should know the blinding, quick intense,
Lightning of the soul’s spring from the sense,
Touch the veiy gleam oi life's division.
Earth should learn a new soul from the vision.


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