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XLII.
BEAUTY-VISIONS.
I saw it in my dream! O! could I taskMy sense again to slumber, nor awake
So long as the dear vision were in sight;—
I will not do it so much wrong to make
My rude words show the picture thou dost ask:—
Behold it in my passion—a delight
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In the devoted beatings of my heart,
That I should look enjoyment, nor appeal
To vain resource of language to impart
This vision of a most rare happiness—
That rapture, it would madden to reveal,
Which song itself would render spiritless;—
It was such sweet, such sad, heart-touching tenderness.
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