The Lady Poverty Poem by Evelyn Underhill

The Lady Poverty

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I met her on the Umbrian hills,
Her hair unbound, her feet unshod:
As one whom secret glory fills
She walked, alone with God.

I met her in the city street:
Oh, changed was all her aspect then!
With heavy eyes and weary feet
She walked alone, with men.

Thursday, September 30, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,city,hair
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Evelyn Underhill

Evelyn Underhill

Wolverhampton / England
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