I Unarmed She Goeth; Yet Her Hands Strike Deeper Awe Than Steel-Caparison'D Bands. No Fatal Hurt Of Foe She Fears, - Veiled, As With Mail, In Mist Of Gentle Tears. Ii 'Gainst Her Thou Canst Not Bar The Door: Like Air She Enters, Where None Dared Before. Even To The Rich She Can Forgive Their Regal Selfishness, - And Let Them Live!