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Demon, in my chamber high,
 * This morning came to visit me,

And, thinking he would find some fault,
 * He whispered: “I would know of thee

Among the many lovely things
 * That make the magic of her face,

Among the beauties, black and rose,
 * That make her body's charm and grace,

Which is most fair?”  Thou didst reply
 * To the Abhorred, O soul of mine:

“No single beauty is the best
 * When she is all one flower divine.

When all things charm me I ignore
 * Which one alone brings most delight;

She shines before me like the dawn,
 * And she consoles me like the night.