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One moment more I too was known,— I shrank before 's eye. He leant beside a pedestal. The glorious brow, of Parian stone, Of the Antinous, by his side, Was not more noble than his own! They were alike: he had the same Thick-clustering curls the Romans wore— The fixed and melancholy eye— The smile which passed like lightning o'er The curved lip. We did not speak, But the heart breathed upon each cheek; We looked round with those wandering looks, Which seek some object for their gaze, As if each other's glance was like The too much light of morning's rays.