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November 18, 2002
When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark. Plagiarist.com Poetry » Archive » Edna St. Vincent Millay » "Sonnets 07: When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face" [ posted by Willa @ 16:25 ] [ link me ] -----
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