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A sufficient measure of civilization is the influence of good women
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.

To the Lady Fleming
The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.

Personal Talk
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh
The difference to me!

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.

Three years she grew in Sun and Shower
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat.

Michael Robartes and the Dancer, 1921. A Prayer for My Daughter
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.

A Blot in the 'Scutcheon
Round and round, like a dance of snow
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages.

Women and Roses
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