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mine eyes can never have their fill

Of looking at my lady's lovely face,

I will so fix my gaze

That I may become blessed, beholding her

Even as an angel, up at his great height

Standing amid the light,

Becometh blessed by only seeing God:—

So, though I be a simple earthly wight,

Yet none the less I might,

Beholding her who is my heart's dear load,

Be blessed, and in the spirit soar abroad.

Such power abideth in that gracious one;

Albeit felt of none

Save of him who, desiring, honours her.