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13. Sonnet My sight is set through your eyes. On "Sonnets From The Portuguese."
"My sight is set through your eyes,
my joy is met through your sighs :
you make the world twirl 'round."
As moments flee from us they leave a trace
of Monumental Grace which lives to ply
its way with dreams and hopes, then duely cry :
"To any thinking evil, hide your face."
Then if your plans are strong -- twirl earth through space* --
Strong hearts ring out from each to each their joy.
Let monunmental Grace mans' Grace employ.
Our fair dreams, night and day, illume Love's face.
O love me now; Love's wings fledged strong, hopes glow,
outrunning shades of died-love sadly known
one time, seems artificial, mere bad dreams.
Appears it now in twin hearts; those extremes
take re-invigorated Grace as crown.
Synopsis sends Love's sole plea : "Love me now."
