Down through the dim centuries
Darksome, shade-flecked, fronting
Dull avenues, lanes
The gate. Meek through all weathers
Dignified remains.
Frailly hearted, as of hand
What as long, the other side
Has this, safeguarded.
A lady's honour. Un-plucked
By that bloomed, scented.
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