The eve of StAgnes . none but secret sisterhood may see When they St. Agnes wool are weaving piously 21 But let me laugh awhile, I ve mickle time to grieve 22 Ah, why wilt thou affright a feeble soul ?A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing 25 When Madeline, St. Agnes charmed maid, Rose, like a missiond spirit, unaware 27 As down she knelt for Heavens grace and boon, Rosebloom fell on her hands, together prest 29 Clasped like a missal where swart Paynims pray 31 Manna and dates, in argosy transferrd From Fez 32 And spiced dainties, every one. From silken Samarcand to cedard Lebanon -ij
The eve of StAgnes . none but secret sisterhood may see When they St. Agnes wool are weaving piously 21 But let me laugh awhile, I ve mickle time to grieve 22 Ah, why wilt thou affright a feeble soul ?A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing 25 When Madeline, St. Agnes charmed maid, Rose, like a missiond spirit, unaware 27 As down she knelt for Heavens grace and boon, Rosebloom fell on her hands, together prest 29 Clasped like a missal where swart Paynims pray 31 Manna and dates, in argosy transferrd From Fez 32 And spiced dainties, every one. From silken Samarcand to cedard Lebanon -ij He playd an ancient ditty, long since Provence calld La belle dame sans mercy. Pendant, Still Life Her eyes wide open, but she still beheld. Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep 37 Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odor with the violet 39 Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found 41 By one and one, the bolts full easy slide, The chains lie silent on the footworn stones 42 Tailpiece 43.
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