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Some seek possession of a winsome face,A slender waist, a white voluptuous arm,
Some of a lissom figure's gliding grace,
Some of a voice that haunts with subtle charm.
All these are thine; yet not for these I prize
Thee, my Beloved! whose soul of dazzling light
Burns through thy body's beautiful disguise,
Veiled by its brightness from my baffled sight.
Some are condemned to gain what they have sought,—
A face, an arm, a voice, a slender waist;—
Till Time, the disenchanter, brings to nought
Their prized possession and their love misplaced.
But I, who seek what I may ne'er possess,
Find in love's failure proof of love's success.
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