Thomas Hardy - Without, not within her lyrics

It was what you bore with you, Woman,   Not inly were, That throned you from all else human,   However fair! It was that strange freshness you carried   Into a soul Whereon no thought of yours tarried   Two moments at all. And out from his spirit flew d**h,   And bale, and ban, Like the corn-chaff under the breath   Of the winnowing-fan.