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Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long
fair hair
And the wan lustre of thy features-
caught
From contemplation-where serenly
wrought,
Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from
its despair-
Have thrown such speaking sadness in
thine air,
That- but I know thy blessed bosom
fraught
With mines of unalloy'd and stainless
thought-
I should have deem'd thee doom'd to
earthly care.
With such an aspect, by his colors blent,
When from his beauty-breathing pencil born
(Except that thou has nothing to repent),
The Magdalen of Guido saw the
morn-
Such seem'st thou-but how much more
excellent!
With nought Remorse can claim-nor
Virtue scorn.


------
~Count Edmond Fernand Mondego~


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