The Vision
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William Sharp
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In a fair place
Of whin and grass,
I heard feet pass
Where no one was.
I saw a face
Bloom like a flower--
Nay, as the rainbow-shower
Of a tempestuous hour.
It was not man, or woman:
It was not human:
But, beautiful and wild,
Terribly undefiled,
I knew an unborn child.
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