A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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The lawn by some cathedral, thro' the door
Hearing the holy organ rolling waves
Of sound on roof and floor
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To where he stands,—so stood I, when that flow
Of music left the lips of her that died
To save her father's vow;
l.
A maiden pure; as when she went along
From Mizpeh's tower'd gate with welcome light,
With timbrel and with song.
li.
With that wild oath." She render'd answer high:
"Not so, nor once alone; a thousand times
I would be born and die.
