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MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore / Unwearying bear the skyey floor; / Man's theatre they bear with ease, / Unfrowning cariatides! / I, for my wife, the sun uphold, / Or, dozing, strike the seasons cold.
She, on her side, in fairy-wise / Deals in diviner mysteries, / By spells to make the fuel burn / And keep the parlour warm, to turn / Water to wine, and stones to bread, / By her unconquered hero-head.