Your beauty passed through
And suited the view,
And settled most arguments;
The image of you
Made others improve,
And better their words as they went.
Your name the world kept
For times when it wept,
And times when its laughter was bold;
Whilst over stones stepped,
And in dreams well slept,
Your face was the one that consoled.
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