I Show You Doubt, To Prove That

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

Imperfection Means Perfection Hid.

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See, Nor Is She Spoiled, I Take It, If A Crown Completes The Forehead Pale And Tresses Pure.