  Would I were beautiful! Then you at Beauty's shrine might freely dine, A welcome guest For joy's bequest. But, dear, if this were so,— If I were Beauty's child, all undefiled, To make you blest In beauty's quest, You might forget to see The soul's pure hidden shrine wherein e'er shine The things that test Love's true behest. That you might better see the soul in me! That wish is best, Is 't not, dearest? |
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