Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 149 6 Easy This morning in my attic high The Demon came to visit me, And seeking faults in my reply, He said: "I would inquire of thee, "Of all the beauties which compose Her charming body's potent spell, Of all the objects black and rose Which make the thing you love so well, "Which is the sweetest? " O my soul! Thou didst rejoin: "How tell of parts, When all I know is that the whole Works magic in my heart of hearts? "Where all is fair, how should I say What single grace is my delight? She shines on me like break of day And she consoles me as the night. "There flows through all her perfect frame A harmony too exquisite That weak analysis should name The numberless accords of it. "O mystic metamorphosis! My separate senses all are blent; Within her breath soft music is, And in her voice a subtle scent! " End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
This morning in my attic high The Demon came to visit me, And seeking faults in my reply, He said: "I would inquire of thee,
"Of all the beauties which compose Her charming body's potent spell, Of all the objects black and rose Which make the thing you love so well,
"Which is the sweetest? " O my soul! Thou didst rejoin: "How tell of parts, When all I know is that the whole Works magic in my heart of hearts?
"Where all is fair, how should I say What single grace is my delight? She shines on me like break of day And she consoles me as the night.
"There flows through all her perfect frame A harmony too exquisite That weak analysis should name The numberless accords of it.
"O mystic metamorphosis! My separate senses all are blent; Within her breath soft music is, And in her voice a subtle scent! "
