Was e’er a moment held so calm,
To dull and silhouette our lives,
Like Tithoneus weeping with the dawn,
Should find Elysium in those eyes
Uncloth’d, my mind in tearful thoughts concedes,
A vision of thee ‘neath the moon,
I gently press my will toward thee,
And ever vex my soul with you
Yea! Thy beauty finds me vex’d,
As tho’ some poet never...
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