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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
lx.
Hew'd Ammon, hip and thigh, from Aroer
On Arnon unto Minneth." Here her face
Glow'd, as I look'd at her.
lxi.
"Glory to God," she sang, and past afar,
Thridding the sombre boskage of the wood,
Toward the morning-star.
lxii.
As one that from a casement leans his head,
When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly,
And the old year is dead.
lxiii.
Murmur'd beside me: "Turn and look on me:
I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair,
If what I was I be.
