To Gee Sand: A Reition
TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny
The womans nature with a manly s
And break away the gauds and armlets worn
By weaker women in captivity?
Ah, vain denial ! that revolted cry
Is sobbed in by a womans voice forlorn, _
Thy womans hair, my sister, all unshorn
Floats back dishevelled strength in agony
Disproving thy mans name: and while before
The world thou bur in a poet-fire,
We see thy woma beat evermore
Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher,
Till God uhee on the heavenly shore
Where uninate spirits purely aspire !
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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