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WHEREVER HE IS, HE SEES ONLY LAURA.
O'erflowing with the sweets ineffable, / Which from that lovely face my fond eyes drew, / What time they seal'd, for very rapture, grew.
On meaner beauty never more to dwell, / Whom most I love I left: my mind so well / Its part, to muse on her, is train'd to do, / None else it sees; what is not hers to view, / As of old wont, with loathing I repel.
In a low valley shut from all around, / Sole consolation of my heart-deep sighs, / Pensive and slow, with Love I walk alone: / Not ladies here, but rocks and founts are found, / And of that day blest images arise, / Which my thought shapes where'er I turn mine eyes.
MACGREGOR.