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TO ------
[O lips to shape sweet sounds formed so, express]
O lips to shape sweet sounds formed so, express,I would I were a smile, the happy smile,
About them ever, so to be the while
Near them, and in reach of such blessedness!
Methinks the commonest words, as no, or yes,
From them like heavenly résponses beguile,
And make of other lips the music vile,
Seeming deficient, or else in excess!
Like the lark are they in their notes of gladness,
And like the nightingale in their sweet sadness:
Thrilling the soul, in each delicious measure,
With sense of rapture almost to sweet madness:
Unlocking all the avenues of Pleasure,
And many a secret door to hidden treasure!
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