Brighter still: perhaps with tears.
In whose eyes, whate'er I glance at,
Touch, or praise, will always shine,
Through a strange and sacred radiance,
By Love's Charter, wholly mine;
Slenderest link of thought I claim,
I will, therefore, to her keeping
Well! the threads are tangled, broken,
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