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  Before I found her I had found

    Within my heart, as in a brook,

  Reflections of her: now a sound

    Of imaged beauty; now a look.

  So when I found her, gazing in

    Those Bibles of her eyes, above

  All earth, I read no word of sin;

    Their holy chapters all were love.

  I read them through. I read and saw

    The soul impatient of the sod—

  Her soul, that through her eyes did draw

    Mine—to the higher love of God.