CXXXVII.

A storm it raged, and like the storm it passed,

Passed without words—in fact she could not speak;

And then her sex's shame[311] broke in at last,

A sentiment till then in her but weak,

But now it flowed in natural and fast,

As water through an unexpected leak;

For she felt humbled—and humiliation

Is sometimes good for people in her station.

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