Thy womans hair, my sister, all unshorn

And break away the gauds and armlets worn

Is sobbed in by a womans voice forlorn, _

TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny

Disproving thy mans name: and while before

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The world thou burnest in a poet-fire,

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Floats back dishevelled strength in agony

By weaker women in captivity?

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Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher,

We see thy woman-heart beat evermore