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John Keats - Sonnet. To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall
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Time`s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, 
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand, 
Since I was tangled in thy beauty`s web, 
And snared by the ungloving of thine hand. 
And yet I never look on midnight sky, 
But I behold thine eyes` well memory`d light; 
I cannot look upon the rose`s dye, 
But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight. 
I cannot look on any budding flower, 
But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips 
And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour 
Its sweets in the wrong sense: -- Thou dost eclipse 
Every delight with sweet remembering, 
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
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