I, weak, and being far gone in love Let Blushless things be breathed and done- Things flowered out now in bitter fruit That once done are no more undone Than last year's frost and last year's fruit.
"Poems"
Muriel Stuart
I have been palaced from the sun, and night Runs in my blood, and all night's Blushless deeds!
"Poems"
Muriel Stuart
And she is Blushless: ancient worship weeps.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith