With your proud lights
Glistening with stary eyes
You could eclips the sun
Away shy the moon
And outglow angels in grace
But can't dazzle dim thy picture in my mind's eye
With lips that drips like honey
Thou could bide time hault
And season's motion pause
That thou shower amidst buoyant streams of youthfulness awhile
But my heart you can't stop from racing after you
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