The Wife-Blessed.
I. In youth he wrought, with eyes ablur, Lorn-faced and long of hair - In youth - in youth he painted her A sister of the air - Could clasp her not, but felt the stir Of pinions everywhere. II. She lured his gaze, in braver days, And tranced him sirenwise; And he did paint her, through a haze Of sullen paradise, With scars of kisses on her face And embers in her eyes. III. And now - nor dream nor wild conceit - Though faltering, as before - Through tears he paints her, as is meet, Tracing the dear face o'er With lilied patience meek and sweet As Mother Mary wore.
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