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To H.R.

Lo, Beauty climbs the watery steep,

Sets foot on many a slimy stair;

Treads on the monsters of the deep,

And rising seeks the earth and air.

On every form she sets her foot,

She lifts it straight and passes on;

With flowers and trees she takes no root,

This, that caresses, and is gone.

Imperfect, poorly lovely things

On all sides round she sighing sees;

She flies, nor for her flying wings

Finds any refuge, rest, or ease!

At last, at last, on Burcliff's shore,

She spies a thoughtful wanderer;

She speeds—she lights for evermore,

Incorporated, one with her!