True Genius, But True Woman! Dost Deny The Woman'S Nature With A Manly Scorn And Break Away The Gauds And Armlets Worn By Weaker Women In Captivity? Ah, Vain Denial! That Revolted Cry Is Sobbed In By A Woman'S Voice Forlorn, Thy Woman'S Hair, My Sister, All Unshorn Floats Back Dishevelled Strength In Agony Disproving Thy Man'S Name: And While Before The World Thou Burnest In A Poet-Fire, We See Thy Woman-Heart Beat Evermore Through The Large Flame. Beat Purer, Heart, And Higher, Till God Unsex Thee On The Heavenly Shore Where Unincarnate Spirits Purely Aspire!