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I did not deem it half so sweet / To feel thy gentle hand, / As in a dream thy soul to greet / Across wide leagues of land,
Untouched more near to draw to you / Where, amid radiant skies, / Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue, / My Bird of Paradise.
Let me dream only with my heart, / Love first, and after see: / Know thy diviner counterpart / Before I kneel to thee.
So in thy motions all expressed / Thy angel I may view: / I shall not on thy beauty rest, / But Beauty's ray in you.