# "Black eyes you have left, you say, Blue eyes fail to draw you; Yet you seem more rapt to-day, Than of old we saw you. Oh, I track the fairest fair Through new haunts of pleasure; Footprints here and echoes there Guide me to my treasure: Lo! she turns -- immortal youth Wrought to mortal stature, Fresh as starlight's aged truth -- Many-namèd Nature!"

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