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O thou refulgent essence of all grace!

O

O

O

O thou that with the witchery of thy face

Hast made of me thy servant unto death,

I pray thee pause, ere, musical of breath,

And rapt of utterance, thou condemn indeed

My venturous wooing, and the wanton speed

With which I greet thee, dear and tender soul!

From out the fullness of my passion-creed.

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