XLVII.

She gazed upon a World she scarcely knew,

As seeking not to know it; silent, lone,

As grows a flower, thus quietly she grew,

And kept her heart serene within its zone.

There was awe in the homage which she drew;

Her Spirit seemed as seated on a throne

Apart from the surrounding world, and strong

In its own strength—most strange in one so young!

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