<h3><SPAN name="Sonnet_XLIII" id="Sonnet_XLIII"></SPAN>Sonnet XLIII</h3>
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What sayest thou, to-night, poor soul so drear,<br/>
What sayest—heart erewhile engulfed in gloom,<br/>
To the very lovely, very chaste, and very dear,<br/>
Whose god-like look hath made thee to re-bloom?<br/>
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To her, with pride we chant an echoing Hymn,<br/>
For nought can touch the sweetness of her sway;<br/>
Her flesh ethereal as the seraphim,<br/>
Her eyes with robe of light our souls array.<br/>
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And be it in the night, or solitude,<br/>
Among the streets or 'mid the multitude,<br/>
Her shadow, torch-like, dances in the air,<br/>
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And murmurs, "I, the Beautiful proclaim—<br/>
That for my sake, alone ye love the Fair;<br/>
I am the Guardian Angel, Muse and Dame!"<br/></p>
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