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ull on this casement shone the wintry moon,And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast,As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon;Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, 220And on her silver cross soft amethyst,And on her hair a glory, like a saint:She seem'd a splendid angel, newly drest,Save wings, for heaven:--Porphyro grew faint:She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
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