infinite beauty, i can well declare,
no other woman could i hold so dear;
but that i love thee, this i do swear,
not now, nor ever, another revere.
enchantress, thy face is carved in my soul
and though mortal eyes can ne'er half receive
the glorious charm thy visage unscrolls,
in eternity's clear eye, i conceive.
my heart is thy captive; thou hold'st me now
in the prison of thy radiant flame;
a bond-servant to love, i humbly bow
brimful pleasure at the sight of thy frame.
each day infinity smiles upon me.
why would i seek other beauty than thee?
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