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LILIE. A MYTH.
Within this bosom she was born,
I say not if 'twas day or night
I say not if 'twas eve or morn
When Lilie saw the light.
A vision that for seventeen years
Had floated in men's eyes was she;
A bright machine of smiles and tears,
No more—till she knew me.
Into my arms that vision crept,
And nothing knew she there should find!
And I breathed on her as she slept,
And she became a Mind.
And now she was and she was not,
When, faltering betwixt part and whole,
I closer clasped her, and begot
Upon herself her Soul.
