You were a spectre of pure loveliness
Illuminated far less by the light
Than by the bare hope of your happiness
Which even unsecured beats back the night.
If you were truly happy (as I'd like
To help you be) I might fear you then;
For your plain beauty might, unguarded, strike
My eyes and dazzle them - dazzle all men
And leave me, and my sex, exposed and bare.
Yet that's a danger I know I'd accept
To watch you, happy, simply standing there.
Since while unhappy half your beauty slept
Imagine the effect your joy might bring
Could any stand your beauty's doubling?
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