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First Line: As when there peal along the astonished air
Last Line: My too vainglorious spirit droops her wings.


As when there peal along the astonished air
Joy-bells of some exuberant town at play,
Laughing and shouting in its holiday;
And blind to apprehension, deaf to care,
One standing in the noisy market-square,
Pausing an instant, pondering -- if he may, --
Will hear above the riot loud and gay
The vast cathedral-organ boom for prayer;
So when I hold your beauty in my arms,
Above the tumult of the pulse there rings
A music welling from diviner things;
Your soul reveals to me her nobler charms,
And in the light that dazzles and disarms,
My too vainglorious spirit droops her wings.





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