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 The day you were not; you have these in you, And are yourself in them; and, on the day You go, you take them all away with you; And so 'twas you I saw when I saw them And said:—"That Lady mine shall have a head Like yonder drooping lily on whose white The summer's breath may never set a stain; And She shall have a heaven for her hair As deep, and dark, and splendid, as the one I dream beneath; and She shall have such eyes As ever seem to me those still blue lakes I come on in the twilight of the woods And find wide open under the thick fringe Of violets—that fascinate me so With gazing on me; yes, and, for her smile, She shall but use that magic of the sun That so transfigures all the day with light, And gives my heart already such a thrill As if She smiled at me:"—my Love, 'twas you I saw then, dreamed of, waited for; 'twas you; My heart attests it, looking on you now.— So this of mine is such a perfect love