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Excerpt from Sonnets
Long, long ago, when all the glittering earth Was heaven itself, when drunkards in the street Were like mazed kings shaking at giving birth To acts of war that sickle men like wheat, When the white clover opened Paradise (and God lived in a cottage up the brook) Beauty, you lifted up my sleeping eyes And filled my heart with longing with a look. And all the day I searched but could not find The beautiful dark-eyed who touched me there, Delight in her made trouble in my mind. She was within all Nature, everywhere, The breath I breathed, the brook, the ?ower, the grass, Were her, her word, her beauty, all she was.
Iget came again, but now I could not sleep. The owls were watching in the yew, the mice Gnawed at the wainscot, the mid dark was deep, The death-watch knocked the dead man's summons thrice. The cats upon the pointed housetops peered About the chimneys, with lit eyes which saw Things in the darkness, moving, which they feared, The midnight filled the quiet house with awe. /so, creeping down the stair, I drew the bolt \and passed into the darkness, and I knew {that Beauty was brought near by my revolt Beauty was in the moonlight, in the dew.
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