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- THE MOTHER OF GOD
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- THE threefold terror of love; a fallen flare
- Through the hollow of an ear;
- Wings beating about the room;
- The terror of all terrors that I bore
- The Heavens in my womb.
- Had I not found content among the shows
- Every common woman knows,
- Chimney corner, garden walk,
- Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes
- And gather all the talk?
- What is this flesh I purchased with my pains,
- This fallen star my milk sustains,
- This love that makes my heart's blood stop
- Or strikes a Sudden chill into my bones
- And bids my hair stand up?
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