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L. THE DELUSION.
Can Love's eye be deceived? There's but one SunIn Heaven; and he who when that Sun's away
Still sees the Sun, is sure of sense bereaved!
My Lady is afar: and as her own
There's no such face of beauty i' the world;
Yet beams it near me, glorious as a star
Triumphant on the forehead of the Dawn!
Is it delusion, on my false eye drawn?
Or, like a spirit, is she omnipresent,
Flattering the world with her ubiquity
Whose presence even in absence I inherit?
I will not speak: it is; and it is not!
Mine eyes would cheat my heart into a folly;
And what exists not, to create they seek.
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