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"Secretum meum mihi" / (FADED WOMAN'S SONG)
THERE was a spell of leisure, / No record vouches when; / With honours, praises, pleasure / To womankind from men.
But no such lures bewitched me, / No hand was stretched to raise, / No gracious gifts enriched me, / No voices sang my praise.
Yet an iris at that season / Amid the accustomed slight / From denseness, dull unreason, / Ringed me with living light.