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Reviving languorous dreaming / Of conquered, conquering eye, / Upon thy forehead gleaming, / Two fairest love-locks lie.
I see them softly nesting, / Of wondrous, golden sheen, / Like little wheels come resting / From car of Mab the Queen;
Or bows of Cupid ready / To let the arrows fly, / Bent circlewise and steady / For archer's mastery.
One heart have I of passion. / Yet two love-locks are thine! / O brow of fickle fashion! / Whose heart is caught with mine?