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Poem	SONNET CLVIII. Siccome eterna vita è veder Dio. ALL HIS HAPPINESS IS IN GAZING UPON HER. As life eternal is with God to be,No void left craving, there of all possess'd,So, lady mine, to be with you makes blest,This brief frail span of mortal life to me.So fair as now ne'er yet was mine to see—[Pg 174]If truth from eyes to heart be well express'd—Lovely and blessèd spirit of my breast,Which levels all high hopes and wishes free.Nor would I more demand if less of hasteShe show'd to part; for if, as legends tellAnd credence find, are some who live by smell,On water some, or fire who touch and taste,All, things which neither strength nor sweetness give,Why should not I upon your dear sight live? Macgregor.
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