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I oft had dream'd of shapes of light, But not of shape like thine. My heart bow'd down,—I worshipp'd thee, A woman and a deity.

I may not say how thy first look Turn'd my whole soul to flame, I read it as a glorious book Fill'd with high deeds of fame; I felt a hero's spirit rise, Unknown till lighted at thine eyes.

False look, false hope, and falsest love! All meteors sent to me To show how they the heart could move, And how deceiving be: