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TO GEORGES SAND
ON HER INTERVIEW WITH ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
The late repentance, and the long despair,
The sin-bound soul's fierce struggle to be free,
A fettered maniac raging in her lair
Are thine!
The sin-bound soul's fierce struggle to be free,
A fettered maniac raging in her lair
Are thine!
A life all musical with happy love,
An angel child who sings beside her knee,
Pulses which true to heavenly rhythms move,
Are hers!
An angel child who sings beside her knee,
Pulses which true to heavenly rhythms move,
Are hers!
Dark hair strained backwards from a forehead broad,
Dark eyes, in whose chill light strange secrets live,
As in the deep grim monsters watch and ward,
Are thine!
Dark eyes, in whose chill light strange secrets live,
As in the deep grim monsters watch and ward,
Are thine!
