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Antonio loved the Lady Clare	A
He caught her to him on the stair	A
And pressed her breasts and kissed her hair	A
And drew her lips in his and drew	B
Her soul out like a torch's flare	A
Her breath came quick her blood swirled round	C
Her senses in a vortex swound	C
She tore him loose and turned around	C
And reached her chamber in a bound	C
Her cheeks turned to a poppy's hue	B
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She closed the door and turned the lock	D
Her breasts and flesh were turned to rock	D
She reeled as drunken from the shock	D
Before her eyes the devils skipped	C
She thought she heard the devils mock	D
For had her soul not been as pure	E
As sifted snow could she endure	E
Antonio's passion and be sure	E
Against his passion's strength and lure	E
Lean fears along her wonder slipped	C
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Outside she heard a drunkard call	F
She heard a beggar against the wall	F
Shaking his cup a harlot's squall	F
Struck through the riot like a sword	C
And gashed the midnight's festival	G
She watched the city through the pane	H
The old Silenus half insane	H
The idiot crowd that drags its chain	H
And then she heard the bells again	I
And heard the voices with the word	C
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Ecco il santo Up the street	C
There was the sound of running feet	C
From closing door and window seat	C
And all the crowd turned on its way	J
The Saint of Poverty to greet	C
He passed And then a circling thrill	K
As water troubled which was still	K
Went through her body like a chill	K
Who of Antonio thought until	K
She heard the Saint begin to pray	J
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And then she turned into the room	L
Her soul was cloven through with doom	L
Treading the softness and the gloom	L
Of Asia's silk and Persia's wool	M
And China's magical perfume	L
She sickened from the vases hued	C
In corals yellows greens the lewd	C
Twined dragon shapes and figures nude	C
And tapestries that showed a brood	C
Of leopards by a pool	N
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Candles of wax she lit before	O
A pier glass standing from the floor	O
Up to the ceiling off she tore	O
With eager hands her jewels then	I
The silken vesture which she wore	O
Her little breasts so round to see	P
Were budded like the peony	P
Her arms were white as ivory	P
And all her sunny hair lay free	P
As marigold or celandine	Q
	-
Her blue eyes sparkled like a vase	R
Of crackled turquoise in her face	R
Was memory of the mad embrace	R
Antonio gave her on the stair	A
And on her cheeks a salt tear's trace	R
Like pigeon blood her lips were red	C
She clasped her bands above her head	C
Under her arms the waxlight shed	C
Delicate halos where was spread	C
The downy growth of hair	A
	-
Such sudden sin the virgin knew	B
She quenched the tapers as she blew	B
Puff puff upon them then she threw	B
Herself in tears upon her knees	S
And round her couch the curtain drew	B
She called upon St Francis' name	T
Feeling Antonio's passion maim	T
Her body with his passion's flame	T
To save her save her from the shame	T
Of fancies such as these	S
	-
Go by mad life and old pursuits	U
The wine cup and the golden fruits	U
The gilded mirrors rosewood flutes	U
I would praise God forevermore	B
With harps of gold and silver lutes	U
She stripped the velvet from her couch	V
Her broken spirit to avouch	V
She saw the devils slink and slouch	V
And passion like a leopard crouch	V
Half mirrored on the polished floor	B
	-
Next day she found the saint and said	C
I would be God's bride I would wed	C
Poverty and I would eat the bread	C
That you for anchorites prepare	B
For my soul's sake I am in dread	C
Go then said Francis nothing loth	W
Put off this gown of green snake cloth	X
Put on one somber as a moth	X
Then come to me and make your troth	Y
And I will clip your golden hair	B
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She went and came But still there lay	J
A gem she did not put away	J
A locket twixt her breasts all gay	J
In shimmering pearls and tints of blue	B
And inlay work of fruit and spray	J
St Francis felt it as he slipped	C
His hand across her breast and whipped	C
Her golden tresses ere he clipped	C
He closed his eyes then as he gripped	C
The shears plunged the shears through	B
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The waterfall of living gold	C
The locks fell to the floor and rolled	C
And curled like serpents which unfold	C
And there sat Lady Clare despoiled	C
Of worldly glory manifold	C
She thrilled to feel him take and hide	C
The locket from her breast a tide	C
Of passion caught them side by side	C
He was the bridegroom she the bride	C
Their flesh but not their spirits foiled	C
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Thus was the Lady Clare debased	C
To sack cloth and around her waist	C
A rope the jeweled belt replaced	C
Her feet made free of silken hose	Z
Naked in wooden sandals cased	C
Went bruised to Bastia's chapel then	I
They housed her in St Damian	A2
And here she prayed for poor women	A2
And here St Francis sought her when	I
His faith sank under earthly woes	Z
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Antonio cursed St Clare in rhyme	B2
And took to wine and got the lime	B2
Of hatred on his soul in time	B2
Grew healed though left a little lame	T
And laughed about it in his prime	B2
When he could see with crystal eyes	C2
That love is a winged thing which flies	C2
Some break the wings some let them rise	C2
From earth like God's dove to the skies	C2
Diffused in heavenly flame	T

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