THE TEMPTATION

 THE Demon, in my chamber high, 
This morning came to visit me, 
And, thinking he would find some fault, 
He whispered: "I would know of thee 

Among the many lovely things 
That make the magic of her face, 
Among the beauties, black and rose, 
That make her body's charm and grace, 

Which is most fair?" Thou didst reply 
To the Abhorred, O soul of mine: 
"No single beauty is the best 
When she is all one flower divine.
 

When all things charm me I ignore 
Which one alone brings most delight; 
She shines before me like the dawn, 
And she consoles me like the night.
 

The harmony is far too great, 
That governs all her body fair, 
For impotence to analyse 
And say which note is sweetest there.
 

O mystic metamorphosis! 
My senses into one sense flow-- 
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks, 
Her breath is music faint and low!"

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