Twas not a lady, ordinarily sensed
Out of place, by means of attire,
In the manner she alight
But purity itself, abstracted from
A sphere of pure light.
Too accomplished, two shepherding girls
Mustering, on the consciousness
Meekness, in the open
To have not distracted another
But the Queen of Heaven.
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