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She lifted up her eyes and looked at me; -- / Straightway, methought that I was gazing down / Through lacy lattices of meadow grass, / Into the face of that low, little flower, / That holds all fathomless eternity, / Inscrutable, immeasurable dusk's / Heart-breaking blue, and night's first timid star, / Prisoned and mirrored in a shallow cup, / So small a single dewdrop would o'erflow it, / So frail no vagrant bee could rest thereon.
But unaware of its own loveliness / This symbol of all mysteries sad and sweet / Fixes on heaven the wide unwinking stare / Of blind, bright eyes, coloured and glorified, / By light and hues, it apprehendeth not. -- / Even so, lovely, senseless and aloof, / Round-eyed Veronica looked up at me.