• I loved her for that she was beautiful;
    And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature,
    And all varieties of things in one:
    Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise
    All light and laughter in the morning; fear
    No petty customs nor appearances;
    But think what others only dream'd about;
    And say what others did but think; and do
    What others dared not do: so pure withal
    In soul; in heart and act such conscious yet
    Such perfect innocence, she made round her
    A halo of delight. 'Twas these which won me;—
    And that she never school'd within her breast
    One thought or feeling, but gave holiday
    To all; and that she made all even mine
    In the communion of love: and we
    Grew like each other, for we loved each other;
    She, mild and generous as the air in spring;
    And I, like earth all budding out with love.

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