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名人诗歌|A Female Will

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What may Man be? who can tell? But what may Woman be,

To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible1 Grave?

There is a Throne in every Man: it is the Throne of God.

This, Woman has claim'd as her own; and Man is no more:

Albion is the Tabernacle of Vala and her Temple,

And not the Tabernacle and Temple of the Most High.

O Albion! why wilt2 thou create a Female Will,

To hide the most evident God in a hidden covert3, even

In the shadows of a Woman and a secluded4 Holy Place,

That we may pry5 after him as after a stolen treasure,

Hidden among the Dead and murd up from the paths of Life?


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