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65' The blessed damozel.

1. The blessed damozel leaned out

From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth

Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand,

And the stars in her hair were seven.

2. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,

No wrought flowers did adorn, But a white rose of Mary's gift,

For service meetly worn; Her hair that lay along her back

Was yellow like ripe corn.

3. Her seemed she scarce had been a day

One of God's choristers; The wonder was not yet quite gone

From that still look of hers; Albeit, to them she left, her day

Had counted as ten years.

4. (To one, it is ten years of years.

. . . Yet now, and in this place, Surely she leaned o'er me — her hair

Feil all about my face .... Nothing: the autumn-fall of leaves.

The whole year sets apace).

5. It was the rampart of God's house

That she was standing on; By God built over the sheer depth,

The which is Space begun; So high, that looking downward thence

She scarce could see the sun.

6. It lies in Heaven across the flood

Of ether as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night

With name and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth

Spins like a fretful midge. kalff, Bloemlezing van lyrische poëzie. 5