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I have no words, alas! to tell The loveliness of loving well! Nor would I now attempt to trace The more than beauty of a face Which, ev’n to this impassion’d mind, Leaves not its memory behind. In spring of life have ye ne’er dwelt Some object of delight upon With steadfast eye, till ye had felt The earth reel, & the vision gone? And I have held to memory's eye One object—and but one—until Its very form hath pass'd me by, But left its influence with me stilL Edgar Allan Poe, “Tamerlane” Art: Tiitle: The Dancers, Oil on Canvas  Buddy Photo, G. Gaffey, 2018 27