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XVI
FIDELITY
Not lost or won but above all endeavour
Thy life like heaven circles around mine;
Thy eyes it seems upon my eyes did shine
Since forever.
Thy life like heaven circles around mine;
Thy eyes it seems upon my eyes did shine
Since forever.
For aught he summon up his earliest hour
No man remembers the surprise of day,
For where he saw with virgin wonder play
The first flower.
No man remembers the surprise of day,
For where he saw with virgin wonder play
The first flower.
And o'er the imagination's last horizon
No brain has leaning descried nothing more:
Still there are stars and in the night before
More have arisen.
No brain has leaning descried nothing more:
Still there are stars and in the night before
More have arisen.
Not won or lost is unto thee my being;
Our eyes were always so together met.
If mine should close, if ever thine forget,
Time is dying.
Our eyes were always so together met.
If mine should close, if ever thine forget,
Time is dying.
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