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II. BEAUTY VANISHED.

A creature beautiful as dew-dipp'd roses,
Symmetric as the goddess sprung in marble
From out the sculptor's mind, deeply reposes
In a rich sleep of thought; and the clear warble
Of birds that greet Aurora in blue skies
Hath not a sound so holy as the sighs
That part her fruit-like lips. Is she not dreaming
A poesy inspired of panting love,
Divine as that with which the heavens are streaming
When the intense eye of the west is wove
With the aurient sun-set? She is gone! I weep:
For so all beauty passeth from the vision;
And clouds of darkness o'er the spirit creep,
Making of all her light obscure elision.