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In fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide, / Thy most betreasured books ranged neighborly -- / The rarest rhymes of every land and sea / And curious tongue -- thine old face glorified, -- / Thou haltest thy glib quill, and, laughing-eyed, / Givest hale welcome even unto me, / Profaning thus thine attic's sanctity, / To briefly visit, yet to still abide / Enthralled there of thy sorcery of wit, / And thy songs' most exceeding dear conceits. / O lips, cleft to the ripe core of all sweets, / With poems, like nectar, issuing therefrom, / Thy gentle utterances do overcome / My listening heart and all the love of it!