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Oh, Beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet! / How canst thou let me waste my youth in sighs; / I only ask to sit beside thy feet. / Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes, / Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold / My arms about thee scarcely dare to speak. / And nothing seems to me so wild and bold, / As with one kiss to touch thy blessed cheek. / Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control / Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat / The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke, / The bare word KISS hath made my inner soul / To tremble like a lutestring, ere the note / Hath melted in the silence that it broke.