Poetry, She Appears To Me In A Wild State
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Discovering this truth a quietness
assails me, what measure of beauty did I find?
When her eyes serenely soft express
the artificial nature of my rhyme.
She appears to me in a wild state
shorn of all garments save the virgin cloth;
whilst in her bed on the verge of ecstasy,
in these false imaginings I am lost.
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