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Those winters of abeyance all worn out, A man I came to see you: but, indeed, Not in this frequence can I lend full tongue, O noble Ida, to those thoughts that wait On you, their centre: let me say but this, That many a famous man and woman, town And landskip, have I heard of, after seen The dwarfs of presage; tho' when known, there grew Another kind of beauty in detailMade them worth knowing; but in you I found Mine old ideal involved and dazzled down And master'd, while that after-beauty makes Such head from act to act, from hour to hour, Within me, that except you slay me here, According to your bitter statute-book, I cannot cease to follow you as they say The seal does music; who desire you more Than growing boys their manhood; dying lips, With many thousand matters left to do,The breath of life; O more than poor men wealth,
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