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Poem	The eyes, the face, the limbs of heavenly mold, So long the theme of my impassioned lay, Charms which so stole me from myself away, That strange to other men the course I hold; The crisped locks of pure and lucid gold, The lightning of the angelic smile, whose ray To earth could all of paradise convey, A little dust are now -- to feeling cold. And yet I live -- but that I live bewail, Sunk the loved light that through the tempest led My shattered bark, bereft of mast and sail: Hushed be for aye the song that breathed love's fire! Lost is the theme on which my fancy fed, And turned to mourning my once tuneful lyre.
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