The remote worship of a woman
throwned out of their reach
plays a great part in men's lives,
but in most cases
the worshipper longs
for some queenly recognition,
some approving sign
by which his soul's sovereign
may cheer him
without descending
from her high place.
From
Middlemarch by George Eliot (1871)
(originally written in prose).
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