<h3><SPAN name="Beauty" id="Beauty"></SPAN>Beauty</h3>
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I am lovely, O mortals, like a dream of stone,<br/>
And my bosom, where each one gets bruised in turn,<br/>
To inspire the love of a poet is prone,<br/>
Like matter eternally silent and stern.<br/>
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As an unfathomed sphinx, enthroned by the Nile,<br/>
My heart a swan's whiteness with granite combines,<br/>
And I hate every movement, displacing the lines,<br/>
And never I weep and never I smile.<br/>
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The poets in front of mine attitudes fine<br/>
(Which the proudest of monuments seem to implant),<br/>
To studies profound all their moments assign,<br/>
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For I have all these docile swains to enchant—<br/>
Two mirrors, which Beauty in all things ignite:<br/>
Mine eyes, my large eyes, of eternal Light!<br/></p>
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