968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance — Grace — to Me — With Summers, and with Winters, grow, Some passing Year — A trait bestow To make Me fairest of the Earth — The Waiting — then — will seem so worth I shall impute with half a pain The blame that I was chosen — then — Time to anticipate His Gaze — It`s first — Delight — and then — Surprise — The turning o`er and o`er my face For Evidence it be the Grace — He left behind One Day — So less He seek Conviction, That — be This — I only must not grow so new That He`ll mistake — and ask for me Of me — when first unto the Door I go — to Elsewhere go no more — I only must not change so fair He`ll sigh — "The Other — She — is Where?" The Love, tho`, will array me right I shall be perfect — in His sight — If He perceive the other Truth — Upon an Excellenter Youth — How sweet I shall not lack in Vain — But gain — thro` loss — Through Grief — obtain — The Beauty that reward Him best — The Beauty of Demand — at Rest —SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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