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 I muse, as in a trance, whene'er The languors of thy love-deep eyes Float on to me. I would I were So tranced, so rapt in ecstasies, To stand apart, and to adore, Gazing on thee for evermore, Serene, imperial Eleänore!

Sometimes, with most intensity Gazing, I seem to see Thought folded over thought, smiling asleep, Slowly awaken'd, grow so full and deep In thy large eyes that, overpower'd quite, I cannot veil, or droop my sight, But am as nothing in its light: As though a star, in inmost heaven set. Even while we gaze on it, Should slowly round his orb, and slowly grow To a full face, there like a sun remain Fix'd—then as slowly fade again, And draw itself to what it was before; So full, so deep, so slow.