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8209	Keats, John	Poems 1817			.txt	text/plain	14140	1243	94	Round which is heard a spring-head of clear waters How silent comes the water round that bend; That nought less sweet, might call my thoughts away, O Maker of sweet poets, dear delight Queen of the wide air; thou most lovely queen Tell but one wonder of thy bridal night! And turned to smile upon thy bashful eyes, Athwart the morning air: some lady sweet, Like those fair stars that twinkle in the heavens. And come like a clear sun-rise to my mind; The morn, the eve, the light, the shade, the flowers: But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair; Like a sweet nun in holy-day attire? That my soft verse will charm thy daughters fair, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair Tipt round with silver from the sun's bright eyes. His eyes from her sweet face.	./cache/8209.txt	./txt/8209.txt