What I WAS ye have known

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age to suffer one curst
And already a fief
Of the Satanic chief
To martyr herself for the Church's relief.
But in vain fell their sneer
On the mobwho I fear
On the whole felt a strong disposition to cheer.
A woman ard as your
own. I ask again–is this your card[link widoczny dla zalogowanych] arrived at the stroke of nine! and there
She stands in the glare
Of the pitiless sun and their pitying stare--
A woman still young
With garments that clung
To a figurethough wasted with passion and wrung
With remorse and despair
Yet still passing fair
With jewels and gold in her dark shining hair
And cheeks that are faint
'Neath her dyes and her paint.
A woman most surely--but hardly a saint [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
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She moves. She has gone
From their pity and scorn;
She has mounted alone
The first step of stone
And the high swinging doors she wide open has thrown
Then pauses and turns
As the altar blaze burns
On her cheeksand with one sudden gesture she spurns
Archbishop and Prior
Knightladyeand friar
And her voice rings out high from the vault of the choir.
O men of Cologne [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
What I WAS ye have known;
What I AMas I stand hereOne knoweth alone.
If it be but His will
I shall pass from Him still
Lostcurstand degradedI reckon no ill;
If still by that sign
Of His anger divine
One soul sha