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But now at last he with a passionate sigh
Turned from the place where he had seen her feet,
And murmured as he went: “O sweet, O sweet,
O sweet the fair morn that thou breathest in,
When thou, awakening lone, doth first begin
For one more day the dull blind world to bless
With sight of thine unmeasured loveliness.”
Turned from the place where he had seen her feet,
And murmured as he went: “O sweet, O sweet,
O sweet the fair morn that thou breathest in,
When thou, awakening lone, doth first begin
For one more day the dull blind world to bless
With sight of thine unmeasured loveliness.”
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