II

When Beauty from the sea,

With breasts of whiter rose

Than we

Behold on earth, arose.

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Naked thro' Time returned

The Bliss of Heaven that day,

And burned

The dross of earth away.

Kings at her splendour quailed.

For all his triple steel

She haled

War at her chariot-wheel.

The rose and lily bowed

To cast, of odour sweet

A cloud

Before her wandering feet.

And from her radiant eyes

There shone on soul and sense

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