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/ To me all beauty that I see / Is melody made visible: / An earth-translated state, may be, / Of music heard in Heaven or Hell.
/ Out of some love-impassioned strain / Of saints, the rose evolved its bloom; / And, dreaming of it here again, / Perhaps re-lives it as perfume.
/ Out of some chant that demons sing / Of hate and pain, the sunset grew; / And, haply, still remembering, / Re-lives it here as some wild hue.