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>Sterne and grisly shoon that visage, which the sonne-sete enflamed with fyr. How greet it was no wit of man may mesure it, but I wiste anon that man ne myghte nat have forged it. It was a god ygrave and ykerved by the hondes of goddes, and it loked doun, proude and ful of majestee, upon the seker. Rumour hadde seyd that it was straunge and not to be mys-taken; and I sey wel that sooth it was. For thilke longe smale eyen, and the longe-lobed eres, and the thyn nose and the pointed chyn, alle spaken of a kynde that nys nat of men, but of goddes.
>And I, al afered and over-awed, clong in that heighe and perilous eyrie, though it were this same thing that I hadde looked for and comen to fynde. For in a goddes face is more wonder than any fore-wening may telle; and whan that face is more large than a greet temple, and is y-seen at even-song, loking doun in the derke, derne silence of that uppere world, from whos blake lava it was of olde divynely y-hewen, the merveille is so myghty that noon may skape it.