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

Till Goread.99csw.comd unsex thee on the heavenly shore

The world thou burnest in a poet-fire,

Where unincarnate spirits purely as九_九_藏_書pire !

Floats back dishevelled strength in agony

By weaker women in captivity?

Ah, vain denial ! that revolted cry

The 九_九_藏_書womans nature with a manly scorn

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

We see thy woman-heart beat evermore