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, Beauty! what a charm hast thou! How much art thou allied To all the visionary glow With which is deified The sweetest things of life's dark stream; Whose loveliness is half a dream— A flower upon the tide; Within whose haunted leaves up-curled Are hints of a diviner world!

I never saw that face till now, I never heard the name; Yet, with that carved and graceful brow A thousand fancies came. Within those soft and earnest eyes A world of hidden feeling lies; Those feelings which, like flame, Upon the face they kindle, write In lines, half shadow and half light.