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PLATONICAL SONNET.
How beautiful to worship woman's eyesAs stars of heaven! form'd, man's guiding light,
But to be gaz'd on as celestial bright;
To deem them as the jewels of the skies;
The blue, day's sapphires;—black, the gems of night:—
To hold her words as music, deem her sighs
As gales of balm, in cassia groves that rise;—
To think the blush that o'er her soft cheek flies
The sun's warm set, the vesper's rosy flight!—
To feel one smile of her's, life's choicest prize:
To deem her sacred, holy, angel quite!
Inspiring all that's pure and blest and wise!
The fountain of all chastity and might;
Ah! is not this to worship woman right?
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