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Christ, dear Christ, were the wood-ways sweet / By the long, white highway bare, / Where the hot road dust made grey Thy feet? / Ay, -- but the woman's hair!
Brother, my Christ, when thou camest down / The cup of water to give, / Did a poet die on the mount's cool crown? / Ay, -- and for that dost thou live!