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ATTRACTIONS.
Love must have loveliness to feed upon,Or he shall starve: the beautiful, the pure,
The sister-spirit's innocent sweet lure
Drawing out fragrance like a gentle sun,—
The frankness, yet the tenderness, of truth
Nourishing up for their immortal youth
The nurselings of Affection one by one,—
With charities, and looks and voices kind,
The gracious heart, the free and generous mind,—
These are Love's intimates, his brotherhood,
Joy of his soul and apple of his eye,
The noble, and the comely, and the good;
But, if such true companions be not nigh,
He pines away for want of spirit-food.
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