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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Beauty
By Jones Very (1813–1880)
 
I GAZED upon thy face,—and beating life
  Once stilled its sleepless pulses in my breast,
And every thought whose being was a strife
  Each in its silent chamber sank to rest.
I was not, save it were a thought of thee;        5
  The world was but a spot where thou hadst trod;
From every star thy glance seemed fixed on me;
  Almost I loved thee better than my God.
And still I gaze,—but ’tis a holier thought
  Than that in which my spirit lived before.        10
Each star a purer ray of love has caught,
  Earth wears a lovelier robe than then it wore;
And every lamp that burns around thy shrine
Is fed with fire whose fountain is divine.
 
 
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