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 :::::Ah, sweet Althee!
 * Around thee play

The plumed, and crystal tribes of May;
 * And in those eyes
 * Float, flash, and rise

Gay atmosphere of orient guise.


 * The eyes—the eyes!
 * The planet eyes

Fresh from their dreams of Paradise!
 * My spirit sees,
 * But never flees

Their sorcery of sorceries.


 * Truth, Grace, and Love
 * From worlds above—

Hints of the Pure and Holy Dove—
 * Divinely bright,
 * These gems of sight

Are throned upon their globes of light.


 * Thus heaven-beguiled,
 * Beloved child,

Have all the cherubs on thee smiled;
 * Let joys depart
 * Still, sweet, thou art

Voiced in the virgin’s sacred heart.