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LVIII. AN EXPOSITION.

How is it, in thine Absence, Dearest One!
That in so many features limn'd I see
Thy features' likeness; but their like in none
When thy sweet Presence is glad life to me?
'Tis thus why thus it is: When thou art vanish'd
From my love-dazed sight, the bright impression
Which there thy beauty makes, thence is not banish'd;
But still upon mine orbs holds throned session,
And upon others' faces soft-reflected
Invests them with a lurement not their own;
Making me covet that were else neglected
By Love which doth disloyalty disown!
But when thine aspect on mine eyes doth ride,
It shineth so, I'm blind to all beside.