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| Me, in my glass, I call thee; But alas, |
| When I would kiss, tears dim mine eyes, and glass. |
| O cure this loving madness, and restore |
| Me to me; thee my half, my all, my more. |
| So may thy cheeks red outwear scarlet die, |
| And their white, whiteness of the Galaxy, |
| So may thy mighty amazing beauty move |
| Envy in all women, and in all men love, |
| And so be change and sickness far from thee, |
| As thou by coming near, keep'st them from me. |
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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |