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John Keats - Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds
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Dark eyes are dearer far
Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell.

Blue! `Tis the life of heaven,—the domain
Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of the sun,— 
The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,— 
The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.
Blue! `Tis the life of waters:—Ocean
And all its vassal streams, pools numberless,
May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can
Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.
Blue! gentle cousin of the forest-green,
Married to green in all the sweetest flowers— 
Forget-me-not,—the blue-bell,—and, that queen
Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers
Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great,
When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!
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