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Beauty

I GAZED upon thy face,—and beating life

Once stilled its sleepless pulses in my breast,

And every thought whose being was a strife

Each in its silent chamber sank to rest.

I was not, save it were a thought of thee;

The world was but a spot where thou hadst trod;

From every star thy glance seemed fixed on me;

Almost I loved thee better than my God.

And still I gaze,—but ’tis a holier thought

Than that in which my spirit lived before.

Each star a purer ray of love has caught,

Earth wears a lovelier robe than then it wore;

And every lamp that burns around thy shrine

Is fed with fire whose fountain is divine.