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This morning in my attic high / The Demon came to visit me, / And seeking faults in my reply, / He said: "I would inquire of thee,
"Of all the beauties which compose / Her charming body's potent spell, / Of all the objects black and rose / Which make the thing you love so well,
"Which is the sweetest? " O my soul! / Thou didst rejoin: "How tell of parts, / When all I know is that the whole / Works magic in my heart of hearts?
"Where all is fair, how should I say / What single grace is my delight? / She shines on me like break of day / And she consoles me as the night.
"There flows through all her perfect frame / A harmony too exquisite / That weak analysis should name / The numberless accords of it.
"O mystic metamorphosis! / My separate senses all are blent; / Within her breath soft music is, / And in her voice a subtle scent! "