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She Walked Unaware (1975)
- O, she walked unaware of her own increasing beauty
That was holding men's thoughts from market or plough,
- God pity me now and all desolate sinners
Demented with beauty!
- To-night she will spread her brown hair on his pillow,
But I shall be hearing the harsh cries of wild fowl.