A world-being, a creature of flesh
When not otherwise engrossed!
Of which vision sends me, a soul
A quiver-flame, into
Ecstatic heights. Love's, true!
Earthly beauty, to whom hath eyes.
But so transparently fair
Sparkles in all its refinements.
Fairy favours, each one!
Of this blessed mortal won!
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