Other men look at her as do I,
But we see not the same twinkling face,
What they view is as can see the eye
And I, beauty that without a trace
Of immortality looked 'pon me and loved
My deadliness 'till twas again born,
Restoring my breath like life outliv'd
With warmth the Sun has never seen.
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