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Love thou art loveliest when thy naked soulLooks through the windows of those great grey eyes,
Having no shame that I should see the whole,
Having no shame and needing no disguise;—
Ah! dearest, if thou shouldst in such a wise,
Deep gazing into mine, see there revealed
In all its nakedness the soul that lies
Cowering behind those curtains, half concealed,
Ah, me! how other would it seem than thine,
How darkly stained, where thine is pure as snow;
But now thine eyes when they look into mine
See only their own brightness, yet I know
They would grow dim with pity, could they see
All I am not, and all I yearn to be.
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