XXXVII.
And yet, alas! to see the strength which clings
Round woman in such hours!—a mournful sight,
Though lovely!—an o’erflowing of the springs,
The full springs of affection, deep as bright!
And she, because her life is ever twined
With other lives, and by no stormy wind
May thence be shaken, and because the light
Of tenderness is round her, and her eye
Doth weep such passionate tears—therefore she thus can die.