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POST SCRIPTUM.
When thus I reasoned of the Beautiful
My vexed and querulous thought had not outgone
The comfort of the since instructing years,
Nor thy fair face, my last and gentlest-born.
My vexed and querulous thought had not outgone
The comfort of the since instructing years,
Nor thy fair face, my last and gentlest-born.
Thou dost the Eastern paradox reverse.
Towards the far mountain-tops I could not flee,
Whereon the heavenly vision seemed to rest—
And waiting, Beauty was at home with me.
Towards the far mountain-tops I could not flee,
Whereon the heavenly vision seemed to rest—
And waiting, Beauty was at home with me.
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