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 Even thine own beauty with its own delight Fulfils thine heart in thee an hundredfold Beyond the larger hearts of islands bright With less intense contraction of desire Self-satiate, centred in its own deep fire; Of shores not self-enchanted and entranced By heavenly severance from all shadow of mirth Or mourning upon earth: As thou, by no similitude enhanced, By no fair foil made fairer, but alone Fair as could be no beauty save thine own, And wondrous as no world-beholden wonder: Throned, with the world's most perilous sea for throne, And praised from all its choral throats of thunder.

Yet one praise hast thou, holier Than praise of theirs may be,