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Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,-no, / Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
Than small white single poppies,-I can bear
Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though
From left to right, not knowing where to go, / I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there
Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear
So has it been with mist,-with moonlight so.
Like him who day by day unto his draught
Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten, / Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
Each hour more deeply than the hour before, / I drink-and live-what has destroyed some men.