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To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught / Of all the great things men have saved from Time, / The withered body of a girl was brought / Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime, / And seen by lonely Arabs lying hid / In the dim womb of some black pyramid.
But when they had unloosed the linen band / Which swathed the Egyptian's body -- lo! was found / Closed in the wasted hollow of her hand / A little seed, which sown in English ground / Did wondrous snow of starry blossoms bear / And spread rich odours through our spring-tide air.