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PYGMALION REVERSED.
Did I not, after my own heart's desire,Fashion, like him of old, and lavish all
The treasures of my love so prodigal
Upon thee; till my inmost heart caught fire
At thy immortal charms, still burning higher,
Stronger, and purer? Oh, did I not fall,
Thou angel! at thy feet, and on thee call,
And at thy lips immortal breath inspire?
I did, I did! I strained thee to my breast
With dateless bonds of never-to-end love,
And lay in Paradise; my soul had rest.
O God! my arms unclasp, and I remove
From my blank heart that mocking shadow drest
As angel; th' angel's self fades up above!
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