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 GAZE, NOW Gaze, now, thy fill, beguiling face.

Life which all light and hue bestows

Stealeth at last from youth its grace.

From cheek its firstling rose.

Dark are those tresses; grave that brow;

Drink, happy mouth, from Wisdom’s well;

Bid the strange world to sigh thee now

All beauty hath to tell. 27