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[Though I should never see thy face again]

Though I should never see thy face again,
Thy love in my remembrance shall remain
Purer than driven snow, than flameless fire
More stedfastly intense, than silver lyre
More sweetly magic-laden, than young mirth
More reckless of the sordid rules of earth,
More simple than the daisy in the grass,
Whereby a weary traveller doth pass
Nor knoweth, till he haply thinks thereon,
What wealth of subtle grace his heart hath won.
Fairer than all of these, thy love to me
Seems so surpassing fair that I would be
Endued with every grace, and for thy sake
From each fond thought of thee fresh beauty take.