Let love alone be of witness to thy name,
and no claim in vague impressions of poetry,
that of youth so fair thy form
in false pretense of romantic indignation;
so thinly wrapp'd in atoms of beauty,
the imagery of our common affair,
oft beguil'd by looks of a wandering star:
The sun at first upon the world did shine;
but far removed from secret divine!
I confess am still in lack of words to express
what with such revery of sublime feeling
appeals to the heart with sympathy of character;
for I find it pretty hard to read 'tween the lines,
whence every flower on a barren heath,
is scatter'd at thy feet, not in my rhyme,
except which for a great loss in the morning dew,
from out of nowhere arise in summer,
against all else in eternal truth revealed,
sweet maid, I love thee so by the sea ashore.
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