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/ This world is made a witchcraft place / With gazing on a woman's face.
/ Now 'tis her smile, whose sorcery / Turns all my thoughts to melody.
/ Now 'tis her frown, that comes and goes, / That makes my day a page of prose.
/ And now her laugh, or but a word, / That in my heart frees wild a bird.
/ Some day, perhaps, a kiss of hers, / Will lift from my dumb life the curse
/ Of longing, inarticulate, / That keeps me sad and celibate.