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, which are thy true charms? Now heavenly, now human, Say, shall I fold thee in my arms An Angel or a Woman?

A Spirit first before my sight, Before my fancy dancing, Thou shonest, like a water-light Retreating and advancing.

More close I looked: and to a Child The splendour seemed to steady; A thing that breathed, a thing that smiled, Bespoke my heart already.

Ah, would it speak?—And if it spake Some speech past our conventions,— The tongue in which the lightnings break Of Angel apprehensions?