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Why do I love thee? Shall my answer run: / Because that thou hast beauty, noble place, / Because of some sweet glamour in thy face, / And eyes that shame the clear light of the sun?
Shall I exclaim upon thy snow-white hands, / Challenge the world to show a gentler mien, / Call down the seraphs to attest, the sheen / Upon thy brow is borrowed from their lands?
Shall I trace out a map of all thy worth, / Parcel thy virtues, say, "For this and this / I learned to love her; here new charms had birth;
I in this territory caught a bliss"?
Shall I make inventory of thy grace, / And crowd the total into common space?