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 IDEAL PASSION

I

lady ne'er hath given herself to me

In mortal ways, nor on my eyes to hold

Her image; in a flying marble fold

Of Hellas once I saw eternity

Flutter about her form; all nature she

Inspirits, but round her being there is rolled

The inextinguishable beauty old

Of the far-shining mountains and the sea.

Now all my manhood doth enrich her shrine,

Where first the young boy stored all hope, all fear.

Fortune and fame and love be never mine,

Since, seeking those, to her I were less dear!

Albeit she hides herself in the divine,

Always and everywhere I feel her near.

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