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43
XXXV.
[A garden ransacked of its fairest rose]
A garden ransacked of its fairest rose,A heaven denuded of its chiefest star
Is life without thee: fatal flaws that mar
Miraculous jewels; veins, the sculptor's foes
In marble; evil dreams in sweet repose
Leave not, each in its kind, so deep a scar;
At no time do the heavens seem so far,
And flowers I look upon appear to close.
Ay, as one reading in a volume sage
With thoughts that wander, starts at length to find
No meaning enter in his vacant mind,
Only his eyes stare at the lettered page;
So I, whom sad absorbing wants engage,
After long looking know that I am blind.
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