To George Sand: A Recognition |
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To George Sand: A Recognition
TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny
The woman`s nature with a manly scorn
And break away the gauds and armlets worn
By weaker women in captivity?
Ah, vain denial ! that revolted cry
Is sobbed in by a woman`s voice forlorn, _
Thy woman`s hair, my sister, all unshorn
Floats back disheveled strength in agony
Disproving thy man`s name: and while before
The world thou burnest in a poet-fire,
We see thy woman-heart beat evermore
Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher,
Till God unsex thee on the heavenly shore
Where unincarnate spirits purely aspire !
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