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Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, / And the wan lustre of thy features caught / From contemplation-where serenely 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 colours blent, / When from his beauty-breathing pencil born ( / Except that thou hast 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.
December 17, 1813.