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 As doth a blind man's eye upon his leaden face Or let it be extinguished like a coal, Its blackness and its cold, let them return: Shall the stars mourn in heaven, that happy throng, Their sinful sister long? I watched the Pleiads one serenest night (The flowers were shut—a solitary bird Was in that silence heard), Pellucid, soft, and bright, They seemed methought to share The tender pleasure of the earth and air, They clung and clustered happily—methinks they did not mourn!

it were (and that by me uncraved), Though by the powerful magic of my pen All time should own thy peerless beauty saved For an eternal idol among men.

Something indeed it were, I justly own, My passion to embroider on the hem Of thy perfections—so to send it down Futurity, appendent upon them.