And so, through forced work... «Aurora Leigh»
innashpitzberg19 мая 2013And so, through forced work and spontaneous work, The inner life informed the outer life, Reduced the irregular blood to settled rhythms, Made cool the forehead with fresh-sprinkling dreams, And, rounding to the spheric soul the thin Pined body, struck a colour up the cheeks, Though somewhat faint. I clenched my brows across My blue eyes greatening in the looking-glass, And said, 'We'll live, Aurora! we'll be strong. The dogs are on us–but we will not die.'
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