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She was unwed, unwooed. The lions came not to woo her because they feared her strength, and the gods dared not love her because they knew she must die. SHE WAS UNWED UNWOOED THE LIONS CAME NOT TO WOO HER BECAUSE THEY FEARED HER STRENGTH AND THE GODS DARED NOT LOVE HER BECAUSE THEY KNEW SHE MUST DIE
grove of cypresses screened her from the city, from Zretazoola of the climbing ways. And opposite her temple stood her tomb, her sad lake-sepulchre with open door, lest her amazing beauty and the centuries of her youth should ever give rise to the heresy among men that lovely Sombelenë was immortal: for only her beauty and her lineage were divine. Her father had been half centaur and half god; her mother was the child of a desert lion and that sphinx that watches the pyramids;--she was more mystical than Woman. Her beauty was as a dream, was as a song; the one dream of a lifetime dreamed on enchanted dews, the one song sung to some city by a deathless bird blown far from his native coasts by storm in Paradise. Dawn after dawn on mountains of romance or twilight after twilight could never equal her beauty; all the glow-worms had not the secret among them nor all the stars of night; poets had never sung it nor evening guessed its meaning; the morning envied it, it was hidden from lovers. A LONE LAKESHORE A GROVE OF CYPRESSES SCREENED HER FROM THE CITY FROM ZRETAZOOLA OF THE CLIMBING WAYS AND OPPOSITE HER TEMPLE STOOD HER TOMB HER SAD LAKE SEPULCHRE WITH OPEN DOOR LEST HER AMAZING BEAUTY AND THE CENTURIES OF HER YOUTH SHOULD EVER GIVE RISE TO THE HERESY AMONG MEN THAT LOVELY SOMBELENE WAS IMMORTAL FOR ONLY HER BEAUTY AND HER LINEAGE WERE DIVINE HER FATHER HAD BEEN HALF CENTAUR AND HALF GOD HER MOTHER WAS THE CHILD OF A DESERT LION AND THAT SPHINX THAT WATCHES THE PYRAMIDS SHE WAS MORE MYSTICAL THAN WOMAN HER BEAUTY WAS AS A DREAM WAS AS A SONG THE ONE DREAM OF A LIFETIME DREAMED ON ENCHANTED DEWS THE ONE SONG SUNG TO SOME CITY BY A DEATHLESS BIRD BLOWN FAR FROM HIS NATIVE COASTS BY STORM IN PARADISE DAWN AFTER DAWN ON MOUNTAINS OF ROMANCE OR TWILIGHT AFTER TWILIGHT COULD NEVER EQUAL HER BEAUTY ALL THE GLOW WORMS HAD NOT THE SECRET AMONG THEM NOR ALL THE STARS OF NIGHT POETS HAD NEVER SUNG IT NOR EVENING GUESSED ITS MEANING THE MORNING ENVIED IT IT WAS HIDDEN FROM LOVERS
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