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Are lovelier than lilies are
Beneath the light of moon and star
That smile as they are smiling now --
White lilies in a pallid swoon
Of sweetest white beneath the moon --
White lilies, in a flood of bright
Pure lucidness of liquid light
Cascading down some plenilune,
When all the azure overhead
Blooms like a dazzling daisy-bed. --
So luminous her face and brow,
The luster of their glory, shed
In memory, even, blinds me now.
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