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When she, my lady, smiles, / I feel as one who, lost in darksome wilds, / Sees suddenly the sun in middle sky / Shining upon him like a great glad eye. / When my sweet lady smiles.
When she, my lady laughs, / I feel as one who some elixir quaffs; / Some nameless nectar, made of wines of suns, / And through my veins a subtle iveresse runs. / When my sweet lady laughs.
And when my lady talks, / I am as one who by a brooklet walks, / Some sweet-tongued brooklet, which the whole long day, / Holds converse with the birds along the way. / When my loved lady talks.
And when my lady sings, / Oh then I hear the beat of silver wings; / All that is earthly from beneath me slips, / And in the liquid cadence of her lips / I float, so near the Infinite, I seem / Lost in the glory of a white starred dream. / When my sweet lady sings.