673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon— And smites the Tinder in the Sun— And hinders Gabriel`s Wing— `Tis this—in Music—hints and sways— And far abroad on Summer days— Distils uncertain pain— `Tis this enamors in the East— And tints the Transit in the West With harrowing Iodine— `Tis this—invites—appalls—endows— Flits—glimmers—proves—dissolves— Returns—suggests—convicts—enchants— Then—flings in Paradise—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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