Transitional Poem
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It can unlockPandora's privacies.
It puffs in theseTop-gallants of the mind,And away I standOn the elemental galeInto an oceanThat the liar LucianHad never dared retail.
When my love leans with allHer shining breast and shoulder,I know she is olderThan Ararat the hill,And yet more youngThan the first daffodilThat ever shews a spring.
When her eyes delayOn me, so deep are theyTunnelled by love, althoughYou poured AtlanticIn this one and PacificIn the other, I knowThey would not overflow.
