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The day you were not; you have these in you,
And are yourself in them; and, on the day
You go, you take them all away with you;
And so 'twas you I saw when I saw them
And said:—"That Lady mine shall have a head
Like yonder drooping lily on whose white
The summer's breath may never set a stain;
And She shall have a heaven for her hair
As deep, and dark, and splendid, as the one
I dream beneath; and She shall have such eyes
As ever seem to me those still blue lakes
I come on in the twilight of the woods
And find wide open under the thick fringe
Of violets—that fascinate me so
With gazing on me; yes, and, for her smile,
She shall but use that magic of the sun
That so transfigures all the day with light,
And gives my heart already such a thrill
As if She smiled at me:"—my Love, 'twas you
I saw then, dreamed of, waited for; 'twas you;
My heart attests it, looking on you now.—
So this of mine is such a perfect love