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HE FLIES, BUT PASSION PURSUES HIM.
When I reflect and turn me to that part / Whence my sweet lady beam'd in purest light, / And in my inmost thought remains that light / Which burns me and consumes in every part, / I, who yet dread lest from my heart it part / And see at hand the end of this my light, / Go lonely, like a man deprived of light, / Ignorant where to go; whence to depart.