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If any man drew near / When I was young, / I thought, "He holds her dear," / And shook with hate and fear. / But oh, 'twas bitter wrong / If he could pass her by / With an indifferent eye.
Whereon I wrote and wrought, / And now, being gray, / I dream that I have brought / To such a pitch my thought / That coming time can say, / "He shadowed in a glass / What thing her body was."
For she had fiery blood / When I was young, / And trod so sweetly proud / As 'twere upon a cloud, / A woman Homer sung, / That life and letters seem / But an heroic dream.