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First Line: I knew it well; an enemy has been near
Last Line: Who came to wound me -- and worse still, to stain.
Alternate Author Name(s): Watson, John William
Subject(s): Beauty; Hearts; Muses


I KNEW it well; an enemy has been near.
Perhaps I may have met him at your door;
Perhaps I may have stood with him before
Those canvasses where Beauty rises clear
Of mist and shadow, and mortal forms appear
Immortal, for mortality to adore.
But what was that distilment he could pour
Unchidden, in the porches of your ear?

It was the kinsman of the royal Dane,
No stranger at his gates, who did infuse
The drops that lulled a noble heart and brain
To untimely silence: O the sharper pain,
If it should be a kinsman in the Muse
Who came to wound me -- and worse still, to stain.





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