X. And sure she is no meaner than a fay, Redeem'd from sleepy death, for beauty's sake, By old Ordainment:-silent as she lay, Touched by a moonlight wand I saw her wake, And cut her leafy slough, and so forsake The verdant prison of her lily peers, That slept amidst the stars upon the lake- A breathing shape-restored to human fears, And new-born love and grief-self-conscious of her tears.
"The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood"
Thomas Hood
In the very channels of our own blood the poisonous and non-poisonous germs are constantly striving for the mastery, and how can we escape the general Ordainment?
"The Life Everlasting: A Reality of Romance"
Marie Corelli