To dream of One so fair,
Is ne’er a dream come true.
For as my waking moments pass,
My Dreams fade out of view.

Sights of Hopèd Real’ty;
They elder year by year.
Beloved changes, Lover not;
They elder tear by tear.

Mine eyes mock my scrut’ny-
Same Ghost pervades my soul:
Perfection manifest in One.
Expectation, the Hole.

Different Lips: “You’re the perfect guy!”
Same Beauty: In beholden eye

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