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 her eyes is the living light Of a wanderer to earth From a far celestial height: Summers five are all the span— Summers five since Time began To veil in mists of human night A shining angel-birth.

Does an angel look from her eyes? Will she suddenly spring away, And soar to her home in the skies? Beatrice! Blessing and blessed to be! Beatrice! Still as I gaze on thee, Visions of two sweet maids arise, Whose life was of yesterday: