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Alan Seeger - Sonnet XI
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When among creatures fair of countenance 
Love comes enformed in such proud character, 
So far as other beauty yields to her, 
So far the breast with fiercer longing pants; 
I bless the spot, and hour, and circumstance, 
That wed desire to a thing so high, 
And say, Glad soul, rejoice, for thou and I 
Of bliss unpaired are made participants; 
Hence have come ardent thoughts and waking dreams 
That, feeding Fancy from so sweet a cup, 
Leave it no lust for gross imaginings. 
Through her the woman`s perfect beauty gleams 
That while it gazes lifts the spirit up 
To that high source from which all beauty springs.
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