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 EROS

HERMIONE

a mound an Arab lay,

And sung his sweet regrets

And told his amulets:

The summer bird

His sorrow heard,

And, when he heaved a sigh profound,

The sympathetic swallow swept the ground.

If it be, as they said, she was not fair,

Beauty 's not beautiful to me,

But sceptred genius, aye inorbed,

Culminating in her sphere.

This Hermione absorbed

The lustre of the land and ocean,