Have I, and with shock and blinding
A love's warmer bias seen right.
Rushed at, for what explodes, star-bright
In favour of feelings' true light.
Yond eyes so tranced, what for gold tome
Is for more than names emphasized;
As prompt upflash, inextricably prized
The writ fates, read and recognized.
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