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AURORA LEIGH.
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Unhoused, unfed, my dear, poor brother’s lamb,
(Ah heaven,—that pains!)—without a right to crop
A single blade of grass beneath these trees,
Or cast a lamb’s small shadow on the lawn,
Unfed, unfolded! Ah, my brother, here’s
The fruit you planted in your foreign loves!—
Ay, there’s the fruit he planted! never look
Astonished at me with your mother’s eyes,
For it was they, who set you where you are,
An undowered orphan. Child, your father’s choice
Of that said mother, disinherited
His daughter, his and hers. Men do not think
Of sons and daughters, when they fall in love,
So much more than of sisters; otherwise,
He would have paused to ponder what he did,
And shrunk before that clause in the entail
Excluding offspring by a foreign wife
(The clause set up a hundred years ago
By a Leigh who wedded a French dancing-girl
And had his heart danced over in return);
But this man shrunk at nothing, never thought
Of you, Aurora, any more than me—
Your mother must have been a pretty thing,
For all the coarse Italian blacks and browns,
To make a good man, which my brother was,
Unchary of the duties to his house;
But so it fell indeed. Our cousin Vane,
Vane Leigh, the father of this Romney, wrote
Directly on your birth, to Italy,

‘I ask your baby daughter for my son